The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world into a single, indistinct smear of slate and rust. I stood in the vestibule of the old Federal Building, my hand resting on the cold brass railing, feeling the metal’s chill seep through the leather of my glove, a sensation that was less tactile than it was existential. The building was dying,...

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