The Golden Downtown

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The fracture did not come as a snap, but as a slow, wet tearing, like the sound of old canvas giving way under the weight of rain, and it began in the center of my chest, right behind the sternum, where the iron gate of my lungs had held its breath for forty years. I was standing on the corner of Fifth and Main, the glass towers of the city rising around me like the jagged teeth of a buried...

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