The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The fog rolled in thick as wool. It swallowed the iron rails. It ate the lamps. I stood on the platform, shivering. My coat was too thin. My hands were numb. The train screamed. It tore the air. It stopped. The doors opened. Steam hissed. It smelled of coal and wet stone. I stepped out. My feet hit the gravel. It was cold. So cold. I was not meant to be here. I knew that. I had run. I had run...

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