The Golden Downtown

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The air in the dining room of the old Ashworth house did not smell of decay, as one might expect from a structure that had outlived its purpose and its pride, but of a sharp, metallic sweetness, like the scent of copper coins left too long in a wet pocket. It was the smell of the pills. They lay scattered across the white linen tablecloth, hundreds of them, small and white and perfect, forming...

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