The Golden Downtown The rain fell on Oxford Street like a metronome set to adagio — measured, persistent, almost ceremonial. Thomas Hargreave stood beneath the striped awning of a closed bookstore, watching water sheet down the plate glass windows and pool in the narrow gutter where pedestrians had worn the granite curbs into shallow bowls over centuries. He had walked this street every...
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