The Golden Downtown
The left side of my face had begun to feel like a foreign country. It was a dull, heavy sensation, not pain exactly, but a profound absence of the familiar self, as if the nerve endings there had quietly packed their bags and moved out. I sat in the corner of the basement apartment, the air thick with the scent of damp plaster and old paper, watching the candlelight flicker against the wall....
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