The Golden Downtown
The hum of the ventilation system in the basement of St. Jude’s Rehabilitation Center was a constant, low-frequency drone that Elias had learned to read like a barometer. It meant the air was being scrubbed, filtered, and recirculated through a system that cost more per month than his father’s entire annual salary, a fact that sat in his chest like a stone. He sat in the wheelchair, the leather...
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