The Golden Downtown

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The glass in my left hand was sweating, a cold condensation that slid down the stem and dripped onto the white tablecloth, a small, dark stain spreading like a bruise. I watched the drop fall, then fell, then vanished, my knuckles white as I gripped the stem to keep the tremor from shaking the liquid out. Around me, the banquet hall in the Heart of Pittsburgh roared with the clinking of silver...

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