The Golden Downtown

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The dream is always the same: you are standing in a field of white grass that moves like water, and your hands are made of glass, fragile and transparent, revealing the dark soil beneath. You wake in the narrow cot of your temporary quarters, the air thick with the scent of industrial laundry detergent and stale coffee. It is 0400 hours. The city outside your window is a grid of cold light,...

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