The Golden Downtown
The fluorescent lights in the Municipal Archives hummed with a low, persistent drone that seemed to vibrate directly in the marrow of my bones, a sound that had long since replaced the ticking of the clock on the wall as the primary measure of time passing. I adjusted the magnifying lamp, the beam cutting through the dust motes that danced in the stagnant air, and focused my attention on the...
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