The Golden Downtown
The gold badge sat in the palm of my hand, heavy as a coin from a country I had never visited, and the heat rising from its surface was not the warmth of a pocket, but the dry, persistent heat of a fever. I was driving my sedan through the grey slush of downtown, the wipers beating a frantic rhythm against the glass, and I could feel the metal pressing into my flesh through the wool of my...
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