The Golden Downtown
The rain has been falling since you left the precinct, a steady, gray veil that blurs the edges of the town into a watercolor of slate and rust. You drive with the wipers off, letting the glass smear and cloud until the world outside becomes an indistinct smear of light and shadow, a deliberate erasure of the reality you have spent the last thirty years enforcing. The car is your sanctuary, a...
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