The Golden Downtown

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The party was loud. It was a thing of clinking glass and overlapping voices, a cacophony that seemed to vibrate in the teeth. Julian stood near the edge of the terrace, holding a champagne flute he had not sipped from in ten minutes. The liquid inside was warm and flat, a small, golden death in his hand. He was twenty-two, thin, with eyes that looked too old for his face, and he felt the weight...

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