The Golden Downtown
You stand in the dark, the heat of the hearth pressing against your shins, and the silence in the room is so thick you can taste it, a metallic tang on your tongue that reminds you of the iron in the blood you spilled this morning. Your father sits across from you, his back to the fire, a silhouette carved from shadow and ash, and he does not move, does not speak, only watches you with eyes...
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