The Golden Downtown

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The fog does not rise in the valley; it sits there, heavy and grey, like a wet wool blanket that has been left on the floor for too long. You walk through it. Your boots, once black leather, are now a matted brown, caked with the sludge of the industrial districts you have just left behind. The air tastes of iron and stale coal smoke, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat and...

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