The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The train hissed into the station at dusk, a long, metallic exhale that seemed to suck the warmth right out of the air, and I stepped down onto the platform with the heavy, damp feeling of a stone in my shoe. It was the kind of cold that seeps into the marrow, the kind that makes you forget where you are and who you are, and I walked toward the exit where the yellow light of the streetlamps was...

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