The Golden Downtown

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The velvet lining of my father’s coat, a garment of such profound and specific antiquity that it seemed woven not from wool but from the very dust of centuries, remained pressed against my cheek as I lay on the cold stone floor of the chapel, listening to the rhythmic, wet sound of my own breathing, which had become the only clock I possessed in a world where time had shattered into a thousand...

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