The Golden Downtown

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended curtain of grey mist that blurred the edges of the city into a watercolor smear. You stood in the center of the atrium, the floor beneath your polished shoes slick with condensation, watching the droplets race each other down the glass walls. It was a feast of light and shadow, a banquet of reflections that offered nothing solid to hold...

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