The Golden Downtown

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2026-08-20 11:19:47 -

The rain had stopped, but the air remained heavy, thick with the scent of wet stone and the lingering, metallic tang of ozone that seemed to cling to the clothes of anyone who had walked too close to the border. We were walking, my father and I, along a path that cut through the ruins of what had once been a grand estate, now just a skeleton of timber and rotting plaster that stood out against...

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