The Golden Downtown
The argument is already in full swing before you have a chance to straighten your tie. You are standing in the center of the town square, the gravel crunching under your shoes, while the town council surrounds you in a tight, breathing circle. They are not shouting. They are whispering, which is worse. The whispers cut through the humid June air like needles. You are the Senior Archivist, the...
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