The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

You stand at the edge of the platform. The rain is a fine, cold mist that clings to your wool coat. It is a coat that fits too well now. The shoulders are broad. The cuffs are long. It was not yours. It belonged to a man who is no longer here, or perhaps a man who is only just beginning to be. You hold the button in your palm. It is brass. Heavy. Warm from the friction of your thumb. The train...

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