The Golden Downtown

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I woke in the throes of a fever that smelled distinctly of overripe apricots and the metallic tang of old pennies, a scent that had seeped into the very fibers of the quilt my mother had stitched decades ago, a fabric that felt less like cotton and more like a shroud woven from the sighs of every winter I had ever endured. The dream was a singular, unbroken monologue delivered by a voice that...

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