The Golden Downtown
The train hissed its long, metallic sigh as it pulled into the station, a sound that seemed to scrape against the very bones of the city, and you stepped out into the gray, soot-dusted air of a metropolis that had long since forgotten the meaning of the word light. You were not a man who lingered, not a man who looked at the sky or the passing faces with anything other than a clinical, detached...
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