The Golden Downtown
The train slowed as it climbed the ridge, the rhythm of the wheels shifting from a dull, heavy thud to a sharper, more frantic clicking that seemed to vibrate through the soles of Elias’s shoes. He sat in the window seat, his leather briefcase clutched tight in his lap, the leather worn smooth by years of anxious handling. Outside, the gray sky pressed down on the rolling hills of the Midwest,...
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