The Golden Downtown

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2026-08-23 12:56:29 -

The ink on my notes was moving again. It wasn't dripping, which would have been a simple matter of humidity or a leak in the ceiling pipe. Instead, the dark letters of my transcription were climbing the page, defying gravity, tracing the grain of the paper upward toward the top margin. I blinked, rubbing the grit from my eyes, and when I looked down, the lines had settled. They were still, but...

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