The Golden Downtown
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that erased the sharp edges of the city and turned the asphalt into a mirror for the sky, and you stood at the corner of 5th and Main with your coat damp and heavy, watching the taillights bleed red into the wet darkness, knowing that you were leaving, not just the precinct, but the version of yourself that believed in the...
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