The Golden Downtown

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I have come to believe that the gold thread was not a decoration, but a leash, and that the thirty-two years of my life spent chasing its shimmer were merely the sound of a dog barking at its own shadow. The air in the Fens is thick with the rot of the thaw, a dampness that seeps into the joints and the ledger books alike, and it was in this wet, gray silence that I first saw the Director’s...

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