The Golden Downtown
You wake in the dark, not with a jolt of terror, but with the heavy, suffocating weight of a dream that has bled into the fabric of your waking life, leaving you tangled in sheets that feel less like cotton and more like the cold, wet skin of a drowned thing. The room is a sealed tomb of your own making, the windows painted shut years ago by a previous owner who feared the wind, or perhaps just...
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