The Golden Downtown
The water rose not with a roar, but with a quiet, insistent creeping, swallowing the foundation stones of the St. Jude’s Community Center in the slow, grey light of a November Tuesday. Arthur Penhaligon stood on the second floor, his back pressed against the creaking plaster wall, watching the brown, silt-heavy water lap at the base of the grand mahogany doors. He did not feel fear. What he...
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