The Golden Downtown
The rain had been falling for three days, a thin, persistent mist that seemed to seep into the very marrow of the house, settling into the cracks of the floorboards and the fraying edges of the carpets with a cold, damp persistence that made the air feel heavy and thick, as if the atmosphere itself had grown tired of holding the weight of the silence that hung between us, a silence that was not...
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