The Golden Downtown
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the cobblestones of the old town into slick, dark mirrors. You sat by the window of the attic room, the one place in the house where the damp did not quite reach, watching the water streak down the glass in slow, weeping lines. The house itself was a creature of stone and shadow,...
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