The Golden Downtown

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I woke before the sun had fully breached the jagged teeth of the eastern cliffs, my body heavy with the accumulated weight of a sleep that had refused to heal. The air in the tent was thin, cold, and tasted of ancient dust, a sensation that coated the tongue like ash. I lay there for a long moment, listening to the rhythmic creak of the canvas against the wind, a sound that seemed to come from...

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