The Golden Downtown
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the industrial district into slick mirrors reflecting the soot-stained brick and the flickering, weak gaslights that struggled to pierce the industrial fog, and you stood in the doorway of the small, damp tenement room, holding the brass pocket watch in your left hand, the metal cold and heavy...
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