The Golden Downtown

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The deed to the property, rolled tight and bound with a strip of leather that had cracked from the damp, sat in my hands like a dead bird. I stood in the center of the hall, the floorboards creaking under the weight of my boots, and watched the light from the high window slice through the dust, illuminating the motes that danced in the still air. It was the hour before noon, the time when the...

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