The Golden Downtown
The glass shattered not with a bang, but with a sigh, a long, exhalative groan of tension released into the humid air of the city. It was a sound that seemed to pull the light from the afternoon, turning the gold-leafed interior of the bank’s lobby into a dim, amber twilight. Julian stood in the center of the marble floor, his twelve-year-old hands open and empty, while the shards of the...
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