The Golden Downtown

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The dream was always the same: a hallway of peeling yellow wallpaper, the air thick with the scent of dust and old lavender, and a door at the end that refused to open. Elias Thorne woke with his heart hammering against his ribs, the rhythm matching the slow, rhythmic expansion of the walls he had just left behind in his sleep. He was thirty-four, a municipal archivist with a clean record until...

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