The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain did not fall so much as it was applied, a thick, gray paste against the windshield of the taxi that cut through the neon-soaked streets of a city that felt less like New York and more like a fever dream of it. Julian sat in the back, his knees pressed against the seat in front, his mind a tangle of equations that refused to resolve. He was a man who lived in the architecture of...

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