The Golden Downtown

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Thorne. Thorne, you old fool, are you awake? I was awake, though my eyes were still swollen shut from the night’s coughing, the kind that rattles in the chest like dry leaves in a tin can. The voice belonged to Magistrate Halloway, who stood in the doorway of my garden, his boots caked in the red mud of the street, looking at me with the same weary disdain he reserved for broken streetlamps and...

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