The Golden Downtown

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The air in the Grand Atrium tasted of copper and burnt sugar. It was a thick, cloying sweetness that coated the back of my throat, making every breath feel like swallowing a coin. Around us, the crowd moved in a slow, viscous tide, their laughter a distant hum that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards and into my bones. I stood at the edge of the dais, my uniform immaculate, the brass...

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