The Golden Downtown

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The glass was cold against Thomas’s cheek, a thin, transparent wall separating his breath from the void of the attic. He did not move. He lay on his side, the dust motes dancing in the single beam of light that pierced the gloom, feeling the weight of his own history pressing down on his ribs. He was twelve years old, though he had learned to carry the gravity of a man who had forgotten how to...

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