The Golden Downtown

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The iron lung of the city did not breathe so much as it convulsed, a metallic shudder that traveled up through the soles of my boots and into the marrow of my bones, a vibration that felt less like machinery and more like the thrumming of a vast, imprisoned beast. I stood at the edge of the precipice, the air thick with the scent of ozone and crushed copper, and I watched the thing rise from...

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