The Golden Downtown

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The banquet hall did not smell of food. It smelled of ozone and old iron, a metallic tang that coated the back of the throat like a swallowed coin. The tables were long, stretching into a distance that defied the square geometry of the room, covered in white linen so crisp it seemed to hum with static. At the head of the table sat the Governor, a man whose face was a smooth, featureless oval of...

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