The Golden Downtown
The fog did not lift; it merely thinned enough to reveal the jagged teeth of the city skyline, a silhouette of iron and soot that seemed to lean in against the grey sky. You stand at the edge of the district, where the cobblestones give way to the slick, oily mud of the industrial sprawl. The air tastes of coal dust and wet wool, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat. You are a man...
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