The Golden Downtown
The steel plate of the riot shield vibrates against your ribs, a low, bone-deep hum that you have mistaken for your own heartbeat for so long it has become the rhythm of your existence, and you are standing in the center of the rotunda of the old municipal building, the air thick with the smell of ozone and wet plaster, while the crowd outside presses against the reinforced glass like a living...
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