The Golden Downtown
The dream was a technical failure, a glitch in the rendering of reality, a sudden drop in frame rate that left the world stuttering in high definition. It was the sound of a millstone grinding against itself, a rhythmic, mechanical thud that vibrated in the teeth and the marrow, a constant background noise of industry that never ceased, never paused for breath or mercy. In the dream, the sky...
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