The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The train slows. The wheels scream. It is a sound like tearing silk. You grip the strap. Your knuckles are white. The air smells of coal dust and wet wool. You are not supposed to be here. You are supposed to be in the cellar. You are supposed to be silent. But the call was loud. It vibrated in your teeth. It tasted of iron. The doors hiss open. You step onto the platform. The fog is thick. It...

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