The Golden Downtown
The line was there again, shimmering just above the asphalt, a hairline fracture in the grey reality of the city street. I adjusted my theodolite, my fingers trembling not from the cold but from the sheer, impossible weight of the thing pressing against my vision. "Elias, are you seeing what I’m seeing?" Clara asked, her voice tight with the specific anxiety of a woman watching her livelihood...
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