The Golden Downtown
The dream was always the same, a recurring fever that burned through the nights of Elias Thorne. He stood in a field of tall, golden wheat that stretched to the horizon, the stalks whispering a sound like static. In the center of the field stood his daughter, Clara, no older than six. She was reaching up, her arms outstretched as if trying to catch a bird that wasn’t there. Elias knew, with a...
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