The Golden Downtown
The rain in the city does not wash things clean, you will learn, but it only makes the grime slicker, turning the rust on the fire escapes into a glossy, wet armor that reflects the neon signs of the liquor stores that line the avenue like a string of diseased pearls. You are standing on the corner of Ninth and Main, and you are wearing the coat that belongs to the man who died in the hospital...
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