The Golden Downtown

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2026-08-20 00:25:24 -

The rain did not fall so much as it was extracted from the sky, a thin, relentless weeping that turned the cobblestones of the lower quarter into a mirror of grey despair, reflecting the damp, soot-stained faces of those who had no higher place to be. I stood in the doorway of the infirmary, my fingers white-knuckled around the rough hem of my woolen coat, feeling the cold seep through the...

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