The Golden Downtown
You are walking in the dark, and the dark is not empty. It is thick, a heavy wool soaked in rain, pressing against your skin until you can feel the cold biting into the marrow of your bones. You are not alone, but you do not see the others. You only feel the pull, a subtle tugging at the back of your neck, a command written in the air itself that demands you keep moving forward, toward the...
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