The Golden Downtown

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The air in the basement of the old textile mill smelled of wet wool and rust. It was a thick, cloying scent, the kind that stuck to the back of the throat and refused to leave. I sat on a wooden crate, my knees drawn up to my chest, watching the water drip from a cracked pipe into a tin bucket. *Plip. Plip. Plip.* The sound was the only thing keeping time in this place. Above us, the city of...

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