The Golden Downtown
The rain does not wash the town clean; it only makes the mud slicker, a thick, brown paste that clings to the soles of your boots and the hem of your coat. You are walking away from the gate, the one that marks the edge of the high ground where the wealthy live, and toward the lower streets where the air tastes of coal smoke and stale beer. You are leaving because you are tired. You are tired...
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