The Golden Downtown

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The stationmaster, Mr. Halloway, pressed a stamp against the ledger with a sound like a bone cracking, the red ink bleeding into the paper as if it were a wound that refused to heal. I stood in the corner of the small, wood-paneled office, my hands clasped behind my back, feeling the weight of my uniform not as a badge of honor but as a shroud that had grown too tight around my shoulders....

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