The Golden Downtown

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The letter in your pocket burns against your hip like a coal you cannot crush. It is a small thing, folded into a square no larger than a postage stamp, the paper yellowed by the damp air of the cellar where it has lain for three days. You are standing in the doorway of the old textile mill, the one that closed in the winter of the previous year, its windows boarded up with rough-hewn planks...

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