The Golden Downtown
The separation began not with a shout, but with the quiet, irreversible act of Margaret closing the heavy oak door of the university library, leaving the scent of old paper and rain behind her as she stepped into the grey, damp air of the city, a place that had once felt like a vast, breathable lung but now seemed to constrict around her ribs with every passing hour. She had left behind the...
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