The Golden Downtown

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The rain smells of iron and wet wool, a scent that clings to your lungs like a secret you cannot keep. You are walking, though your legs feel more like they are being dragged by invisible ropes through the mud of the old road. The cart is heavy. It is not loaded with gold, as the legend suggests, but with clay. Heavy, gray, unglazed clay, stacked in baskets that scrape against the wooden planks...

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