The Golden Downtown

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The dream was a river of molten copper, thick and slow, pooling in the cracks of a cobblestone street that didn’t exist on any map I had ever seen, but which I knew with the absolute, terrifying certainty of a man who has been buried alive and has remembered the smell of the earth before the shovel hit the dirt. I was standing on the bridge, the iron railing cold and slick under my hands, and...

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