The Golden Visit
The train to Oakhaven did not so much arrive as it surrendered to the weight of its own exhaustion, groaning into the station with a metallic shudder that vibrated in the marrow of my bones. I stepped off the iron grating, my boots sinking into the soot and slush of the platform, the air tasting of coal smoke and impending winter. I was not here for the scenery, nor for the quiet dignity of the...
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