The Golden Downtown
You are standing in the doorway of the municipal water treatment plant, the air thick with the smell of chlorine and wet concrete, your hand resting on the cold steel of the gate. The night is not dark so much as it is opaque, a heavy, suspended gloom that clings to the pipes and the rusted walkways above you. You are wearing the uniform of the local sheriff’s deputy, the fabric stiff against...
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