The Golden Downtown

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The house had been waiting for me to leave, but it did not know how to let go. I stood in the center of the kitchen, the linoleum cold and unyielding under my bare feet, listening to the tick of the clock on the mantelpiece. It was a sound that had accompanied my mother’s breathing for forty years, a steady, mechanical heartbeat that now seemed to mock the silence where her voice used to be....

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