The Golden Downtown
The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the asphalt of the main street into a slick, black mirror reflecting the flickering neon of the shuttered storefronts. I stood by the window of the precinct, watching the water bead and slide, my hand resting on the cold glass, feeling the chill seep through my palm. The building was quiet, the kind of heavy silence...
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