The Golden Downtown
The dream did not begin with a sound, but with a sensation of falling that had no end, a vertical plunge through layers of grey fog that tasted of ozone and old copper. Professor Elias Thorne woke in the hotel room in Vienna, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird, the sheets tangled around his legs as if they were vines trying to pull him back down into the earth. He sat up,...
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