The Golden Downtown
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that soaked into the porous brick of the Municipal Library’s facade, making the stone look as though it were sweating with a slow, institutional fever. Elias Thorne stood beneath the awning, his coat damp and heavy, watching the water drip from the gutter in a rhythmic, indifferent percussion that marked the seconds of his...
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