The Golden Downtown
The brass button fell from my lapel into the gutter, a tiny, golden eye blinking in the rain before vanishing. I watched it go, feeling a strange, hollow lightness in my chest, as if the weight of the last three years had just detached itself from my body and rolled away into the storm drains. I am Elias Thorne, a man who has spent the better part of a decade sorting the debris of other...
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