The Golden Downtown
The rain had been falling on the slate roof for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that turned the world outside into a blur of indistinct shapes and muted sounds, a heavy veil drawn across the windows of the old Victorian house that stood like a forgotten tooth in the jaw of the city. You remember the smell of it, the damp, mineral scent of wet stone and decaying leaves that seeped through...
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