The Golden Echoes
You are selling the bones of this city for a pile of sand and glass. Mayor Halloway stood in the center of the council chamber, his hands flat on the mahogany table, his voice low and grinding like gravel under a tire. Elias Thorne sat across from him, the weight of the demolition permit heavy in his briefcase, the paper edges crisp and dry against his thigh. The air in the room was stale,...
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