The Golden Downtown

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The train did not stop at a station, but at the edge of a memory. It groaned against the rails, a sound like a dying animal, before settling into a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against my eardrums. I stepped out onto the platform, which was not made of concrete or wood, but of a pale, luminous stone that seemed to hum with a low, subsonic vibration. The air...

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