The Golden Downtown
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the gutters of the suburban cul-de-sac into sluggish, brown rivers that reflected the pale, sickly light of the overcast sky. Inside the house, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper, a smell that seemed to have seeped into the very plaster of the walls. Sarah stood in the center of the living room, her back to the window,...
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