The Golden Downtown
The rain in Oakhaven does not wash the streets clean, it just makes the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors that reflect the soot from the foundry chimneys, and I stood in the doorway of the general store holding my notebook, the leather cover worn smooth as a river stone by the friction of my thumb, watching the water bead on the windowpane and distort the face of the man...
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