The Golden Circuit
The train arrived in Oakhaven at 6:14 PM, cutting through the mist that clung to the valley like a damp shroud. I stepped onto the platform, my briefcase heavy with the weight of three years of data, and felt the familiar, cold grip of isolation settle around my shoulders. The town was not what I remembered. It was quieter, the light dimmer, the air thick with a static charge that made the hair...
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