The Golden Downtown

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a wet, suspended curtain that smelled of iron and old dust, wrapping the city in a suffocating embrace that felt less like weather and more like the breath of something ancient and hungry. Margaret stood at the edge of the quay, her boots caked in the red mud of the lower districts, watching the water lap against the stone, a rhythm that had...

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