The Golden Downtown
The mop bucket was heavy, the water sloshing against the plastic rim with a dull, rhythmic thud that echoed off the empty office floor, and I was wringing out the head with both hands, feeling the cold seep into the cracks of my knuckles, when the lights in the forty-second floor went out. It wasn’t a flicker, not at first, but a sudden, absolute absence, as if someone had pulled the plug on...
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