The Golden Downtown
The gold leaf on the desk shimmered under the fluorescent lights, a cheap imitation of the opulence that had once defined the bureau, now peeling slightly at the edges to reveal the gray plaster beneath. Commissioner Halloway sat behind it, his fingers steepled, watching you with the detached curiosity of a man observing a trapped animal, his voice soft and conversational as he slid the...
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