The Golden Downtown

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The mist hung low over the valley floor, a thick, damp wool that swallowed the foundations of the old textile mills and the iron lattice of the suspension bridge, leaving only the rusted, skeletal ribs of the structures to pierce the grey sky, and I sat alone in the drafty cabin of the ferry, my hands wrapped around a cup of tea that had long since gone cold, watching the water churn beneath...

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