The Golden Downtown

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The fluorescent lights of Room 4B did not flicker; they hummed, a low-frequency vibration that Elias Thorne felt not in his ears but in the marrow of his teeth, a sonic pressure that had persisted for three days without cessation. He sat on the metal bench, the cold steel seeping through the wool of his trousers, his hands wrapped around the brass compass that had belonged to his wife, Sarah,...

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