The Golden Quest
The building did not fall, which was the first thing I got wrong, and the second thing I got wrong was thinking that holding it up was a kind of strength. It stood there on the corner of Fourth and Main, a brick monolith that had seen three recessions and two ice storms, its facade peeling in long, dry strips like sunburned skin. To the city, it was just another eyesore, a relic of a time when...
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