The Golden Downtown

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The rain in Harrowgate did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, persistent mist that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s greatcoat and seeped into the bones of his aging mother. She lay in the narrow bed of their fourth-floor walk-up, her breath a ragged, wet sound that seemed to struggle against the very air of the room. Elias stood by the window, watching the steam rise from the factory...

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