The Golden Downtown
The train hissed into the depot with a sound like a dying animal, shaking the dust from the rafters of the waiting room. I stood by the window, my reflection ghostly and pale against the gray morning light that filtered through the grimy glass. Outside, the city of Oakhaven sprawled out in layers of brick and iron, a beast of industry that breathed smoke and swallowed men. I was traveling not...
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