The Golden Downtown
Radmila Tsiklauri remembered the weight of the leather first, how it sat heavy and warm in her hands before the rain started to hammer against the corrugated tin roof of the workshop, a sound like static electricity trapped in a bottle. She was forty-two years old, a master upholsterer in a city that had forgotten how to sit comfortably, and she wanted the exclusive contract for the new city...
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