The Golden Downtown
Chapter One The town of Donegal moved with the heavy, wet slowness of a place that had forgotten how to stop, the reeds in the terraced fields swaying in unison as if counted by an invisible hand, and within that grey expanse, Michael Fitzpatrick stood in the back room of the old department store, his fingers stained with the dust of forty-two years of quiet labor. He was an archivist, a title...
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