The Golden Downtown

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I dreamed again of the iron lattice, the way the fog clung to the rivets like damp wool, and I woke with the taste of coal dust on my tongue, that gritty, metallic aftertaste that never quite washed away no matter how many times I rinsed my mouth with cold water from the tap in the hallway. The apartment was quiet, the kind of heavy, pressurized silence that settles over a city after the trams...

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