The Golden Downtown
The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the world into a sketch of itself. I stood at the window of the third-floor apartment, watching the droplets race down the glass, each one a tiny, desperate traveler trying to reach the street below. My name is Elias Thorne, and I am a man who has spent the last decade in the quiet, sterile architecture of compliance....
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