The Golden Downtown
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a grey curtain drawn across the window of the moving car, blurring the world into a smear of mud and steel. I sat in the back seat, my hands resting on the worn leather of my coat, feeling the dampness seep through the fabric, a cold dampness that mirrored the hollow ache in my chest. Beside me, Elias kept his eyes fixed on the rearview mirror, his...
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