The Golden Downtown
The brass key in your pocket has grown cold, a small, heavy secret against the hip bone of your trousers, its surface worn smooth by the friction of your desperate, obsessive care. You are standing on the corner of Fifth and Main in the city of Oakhaven, a place where the air tastes of coal smoke and wet wool, where the gaslights flicker with a sickly, yellow anxiety that mirrors the tremor in...
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