The Golden Downtown
It was the sound of the plaster giving way that first broke the silence of the hallway, a wet, tearing crack that echoed off the bare wood floor before the ceiling of the parlor simply let go. You stood there, the leather-bound ledger clutched so tightly in your hands that the white knuckles of your left hand were pressed against the spines of the books, feeling the vibration of the collapse...
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