The Golden Downtown
The scaffolding did not fall; it simply ceased to hold, a sudden, sickening exhalation of timber and iron that swallowed the sound of the wind. You stood in the shadow of the Gilded Hall, the newly erected monument to civic pride, and watched the eastern face of the structure shudder and groan. The smell hit you before the dust settled: a sharp, metallic tang of snapped rivets mixed with the...
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