The Golden Downtown
The train did not arrive at the station so much as it exhaled the city into existence, a long, metallic sigh that settled over the cobblestones like a heavy, wet blanket, and I stood there with my ticket damp in my hand, feeling the vibration of the engine in my teeth, a hum that was less sound and more a physical pressure against the soft places of my skull, while the air smelled of ozone, wet...
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