The Golden Downtown
The cathedral of glass and iron, that great hollowed-out lung of the city, had been burning for three days before the smoke finally choked out the last of the light, turning the heavens into a bruised and purplish void that seemed to press down upon the spires with the weight of a guilty conscience. I stood on the balcony of the Mayor’s office, my hands trembling not from the cold which had...
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