The Golden Downtown

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The air in the bunker tasted of ozone and stale copper, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat like a second, thinner skin. We were three hundred feet beneath the surface of the English countryside, in a concrete womb that had been designed to withstand the apocalypse, yet it felt as fragile as a soap bubble held up to a candle flame. My name is Elias Thorne, and I am a man who has...

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