The Golden Downtown

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The morning air in Harrow’s End tasted of wet slate and the faint, metallic tang of the river that ran beneath the town’s cobbled streets, a subterranean vein that the locals claimed hummed with a low, constant frequency if one pressed an ear to the cobblestones, though mostly it simply smelled of decay and old stone. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday, for the days had begun to bleed...

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