The Golden Cellar
The train shook. It was a small vibration. A constant hum. I watched the window. The trees blurred. They were gray. The sky was gray. I was tired. My bones felt heavy. I was going to the estate. I was going to see him. I held my bag tight. It was leather. It was old. I did not look at my reflection. I knew what I saw. I knew what they saw. We arrived at dusk. The gates were high. Iron. Rust....
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