The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The train hisses, a long, metallic exhale that smells of coal smoke and damp wool. You step off the platform at Harrowgate, the air biting at your exposed skin, cold and sharp as a blade. Your left knee throbs. It has been throbbing for three weeks, a dull, rhythmic pulse that mirrors the hammering of your heart. You are looking for a place to heal, a sanctuary where the body can be mended...

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