The Golden Downtown
The candle flame in the center of the table did not flicker, though the wind outside was tearing at the shutters with a violence that made the old stones of the house shudder in their foundations, and I watched the steady, golden light with a dizziness that felt less like wonder and more like the slow, creeping nausea of a man who has forgotten how to breathe, because in that light I saw not...
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