The Golden Downtown
The count began at seven in the morning, with the chalk dust settling on the linoleum like a fine, dry snow, and Elias had exactly four hours to memorize the syntax of the law before the final exam. He sat in the back row of the library, his fingers raw from scrubbing the ink from his cuticles, listening to the rhythmic tapping of the radiator against the wall, a sound that felt less like...
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