The Golden Downtown
The air in the basement of the old textile mill hung thick and yellow, a suspended particulate matter that seemed to crystallize around your lungs, a fine dust of history and lint that settled on your eyelashes and the bridge of your nose, creating a permanent, golden haze that blurred the edges of the concrete walls and the faces of the men and women who stood in the dim, flickering light of...
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