The Golden Downtown
The cage was a gilded thing, absurdly bright against the soot-blackened cobblestones of the town square, and inside it the golden pheasant paced with a frantic, trembling energy that seemed to vibrate in the air itself, its plumage a riot of copper and green that caught the weak, filtered sunlight of the industrial morning. Mayor Halloway stood on the makeshift platform, his face flushed with...
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