The Golden Downtown

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The sky split open on a Tuesday, not with thunder, but with a sound like tearing silk. It was a jagged, vertical wound of gold that ran from the horizon to the apex of the heavens, bisecting the gray November clouds over the town of Oakhaven. It did not rain. It did not wind. The air simply stopped, holding its breath in a way that made the lungs ache. Marcus Thorne stood at the edge of the...

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