The Golden Downtown

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Elias. The word hung in the air, sharp and cold, before I could even open my eyes. It was not a greeting; it was a summons. I sat up in the narrow bed in the pantry, the mattress springs groaning under the sudden shift of weight, and the taste of ash was already on my tongue, gritty and persistent, like I had been chewing on the soot from a fire that had burned out hours ago. The light in the...

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