The Golden Downtown
The silence in the apartment was not an absence of sound but a heavy, pressurized thing, a physical weight that sat upon the chest of Major Elias Thorne like a wet wool coat, damp and cold against the skin, a sensation he had come to associate with the particular flavor of being old, a condition that arrived not with a bang but with a slow, insidious erosion of the edges of one’s identity until...
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