The Golden Downtown

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The dismissal was not a shout, but a quiet, bureaucratic sigh that seemed to settle the dust in the air of the municipal archive. I stood by the filing cabinets, my hands stiff in my pockets, watching as Mr. Thorne, a man whose spine had curved like the old oak beams of the building he had guarded for forty years, packed his personal effects into a cardboard box. He was sixty-two, a man who had...

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