The Golden Downtown

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Act I My hands were shaking so badly I dropped the crate of golden melons before I could even set it down on the wet cobblestones. The rain in this town, Kuroda, did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, cold mist that smelled of damp wool and the chemical tang of the new dye vats running overtime across the valley. I am Haruto Kondo, and I am thirty-two years old, though the stamp on...

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