The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The train rattled. It was a bad day. The rain hammered the windows. Glass wept. Inside, the air was thick. It smelled of wet wool and old coffee. Arthur sat in the corner. He held his briefcase. The case was leather. It was brown. It was worn. It had been his father’s. Now it was his. The leather was cracked. Like his knuckles. Across the aisle, a man watched him. The man wore a gray suit. His...

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