The Golden Downtown
The rain hammered against the single pane of glass, a rhythmic, cold drumming that seemed to isolate the room from the rest of the city. Arthur Vane sat in the center of the small, windowless office, his fingers resting on the cold steel of the desk. It was a room without doors, a concrete box suspended three stories above the street, accessible only by a service elevator that smelled of rust...
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