The Golden Downtown

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The needle was a size nine, steel, thin as a hair, and it was stuck in the hem of a navy wool coat. I held it between my thumb and forefinger, the point resting on the callus of my palm. The thread was black, silk, and it pulled tight with a snap that echoed in the small, drafty room above the shop. Below me, the floorboards creaked under the weight of Mrs. Gable’s heels. She was measuring the...

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