The Golden Downtown

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The dream had no horizon, only a wall of gray stone that rose up into a sky the color of bruised plums, and standing in the center of the vast, silent courtyard was a dog, a hound of impossible size, its fur the color of dried blood and its eyes two burning coals that did not blink. It did not growl. It did not bark. It simply watched Thomas with a patience that felt older than the stones...

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