The Golden Downtown
"Look at 'em, Cal. Look at the damn things. They’re eating the whole street. You see the color? Gold. Pure gold. No one’s ever seen gold like that before, not in the city, not anywhere." Elias didn’t look up from his hands. He was scraping the black soot off the brass casing of a steam valve, the metal cold and slick under his chipped fingernails. He wiped his brow with a rag that had long...
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