The Golden Downtown

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Act I I was hauling the levee commission report up the stairs when the glass in the studio mirror cracked, not from the impact of the paper, but from the sudden, cold weight of the air shifting in the room, a pressure change that made my ears pop and the dust motes freeze in their slow, chaotic drift. The report was heavy, bound in oilcloth that had gone stiff with age, and it scraped against...

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