The Golden Downtown
The chisel slipped, not with a crack, but with a sigh of surrender, carving a groove too deep into the walnut casing of the 1924 Hupmobile radio. Elias Thorne watched the splinter fall onto his apron, a small brown leaf of wood that seemed to hold the weight of the afternoon. The shop was silent except for the hum of the refrigerator and the distant, muffled roar of traffic on the highway...
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