The Golden Downtown
The ink on the final page of the demolition order was still wet, glistening under the fluorescent tube like a fresh bruise. Elias Thorne counted the signatures, his finger tracing the jagged lines of the municipal seal, feeling the rough grit of the paper under his nail. Three years of audits, three years of counting bedsores and broken windows, had led to this single, decisive stroke. He...
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