The Golden Downtown

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The golden sap oozed from the baseboards before the sun had fully cleared the gray skyline of the Municipal Records Office, a viscous, amber substance that smelled of ozone and rotting lilies. You woke with the taste of copper in your mouth, the tremor in your hands matching the rhythmic, wet groan of the foundation beneath the concrete floor. Your name was Mara, and at thirty-two, you were a...

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