The Golden Downtown
The train hissed into the station, a long, metallic exhalation that seemed to suck the air from my lungs, and I stepped onto the platform with a suitcase that felt heavier than it had an hour ago, carrying within its canvas folds not just clothes but the accumulated weight of every compromise I had made in my life. I was thirty-four years old, a senior analyst at a mid-sized insurance firm in...
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