The Golden Song
The city did not sleep so much as it held its breath, a vast, suspended inhalation of concrete and glass that Margot had spent the last three years learning to decipher through the static of her own nervous system. She stood now in the narrow, windowless corridor of the municipal intake center, the air thick with the smell of industrial floor wax and the faint, metallic tang of ozone that...
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