The Golden Downtown
The fog did not roll in so much as it erupted, a thick, yellowish wall that swallowed the iron bridges and the soot-stained faces of the city. It tasted of sulfur and old pennies. Elias stood on the platform, his breath hitching in his chest, holding the small, velvet pouch against his ribs like a secret. Inside, something hummed. A low, thrumming vibration that he could feel in his teeth, in...
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