The Golden Downtown
The rain had been falling against the glass of the conservatory for three days, a relentless, grey drumming that turned the world outside into a smear of wet slate and bruised purple, and I stood there with my back to the heavy oak doors, watching the water bead and slide down the panes, knowing with a cold, absolute certainty that the reflection staring back at me from the darkened room behind...
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