The Golden Downtown
You have been staring at the brickwork of the old municipal library for three days, or perhaps it has been staring at you, the way a patient eye stares at a wound that refuses to close, and in the humid, stagnant air of the town, the silence has grown so thick you can taste the dust settling on your tongue. It is a building of quiet dignity, a low-slung structure of red sandstone that has...
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