The Golden Downtown
The steam from the radiator hissed a low, continuous note that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones, a mechanical heartbeat that had replaced the natural one years ago, filling the damp, coal-scented air of the study where I sat with my hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had long since gone cold, watching the dust motes dance in the single beam of light cutting through the heavy...
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