The Golden Downtown
The rain had been falling for three days without pause, a grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the industrial district into a slick, black mirror, and you found yourself standing in the center of it, the cold water soaking through the heavy wool of your overcoat until you could no longer feel the boundary between your skin and the wet fabric, a sensation that was both numbing and...
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