The Golden Downtown
The eviction notice lay on the counter, its paper yellowed and brittle, smelling faintly of the damp earth that had seeped up through the floorboards of the Golden Downtown. Elias Thorne held the document in his left hand, the one that still trembled from the cold, while his right hand gripped the edge of the marble countertop, his knuckles white against the polished surface. He was forty-two...
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