The Golden Downtown
The first thing I noticed was the weight of the coin, a heavy, dull thud against the palm as I flipped it over to check the date, the second thing was the smell of the room, a thick, cloying mixture of stale pipe tobacco and the sharp, chemical bite of rust that clung to the back of my throat like a phantom taste, and the third was the tremor in my left hand, a fine, rapid vibration that made...
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