The Golden Downtown
The air in the Atrium of the Undercroft tasted of copper and old rain, a metallic tang that settled on the tongue and refused to wash away. It was a vast, cavernous space, unsupported by pillars but held aloft by the sheer weight of the silence that pressed against its vaulted ceilings, a silence so thick it felt less like an absence of sound and more like a physical substance, a grey fog that...
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