The Golden Downtown
The dream was not a dream of flight, which is what one might expect from a man whose life had been so thoroughly grounded by the weight of his own history, but rather a slow, suffocating descent into a vast, amber-colored lake where the light did not penetrate but merely hung suspended in the water like a thick, unyielding fog that pressed against the eyes from the outside in, a visual silence...
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