The Golden Downtown
Chapter One The soot in the air was thick enough to taste, a gritty film that coated the back of the tongue and settled into the creases of the knuckles. Naveed Raza stood before the office door, his fingers trembling not from the cold, but from the sheer, physical weight of the silence that had gathered in the hallway. He was thirty years old, a junior clerk with ink-stained cuffs and a mother...
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