The Golden Downtown

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that settled upon the shoulders of the house like a burial shroud, dampening the wool of Margaret’s coat and chilling the bone-deep warmth she had carried for thirty years. She stood at the threshold of the foyer, her hand resting on the doorframe, the wood rough and splintered beneath her palm, a texture that had once been...

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