The Golden Downtown
The truck’s engine, a diesel beast with a cough that rattled the bones of the cabin, groaned in protest as Marcus Thorne pressed the accelerator into the floorboard, the tires chewing into the loose gravel of the access road that wound through the skeletal remains of the old industrial park. It was a Tuesday evening, the kind where the light did not simply set but bled out of the sky in a...
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