The Golden Maze
The city did not wake so much as it exhaled a long, grey sigh that settled into the lungs of every resident before the sun had even thought to breach the horizon, a suffocating blanket of smog and silence that hung heavy over the steel and glass spires of New York, where the air tasted of ozone and old rain and the distant, metallic tang of blood that no one quite knew how to name, and in that...
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