The Golden Downtown
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that turned the world outside the window of Room 4B into a blurred watercolor of slate and charcoal, and I lay there on the thin mattress, staring at the water stain on the ceiling that looked exactly like the map of the riverbed where my father used to take me, thinking about how strange it was that a place so still could...
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