The Golden Downtown
The train hissed to a halt, spitting steam into the cold morning air. You stepped off the platform, your leather suitcase feeling heavier than it had when you packed it three weeks ago. The town of Oakhaven was waking up. Smoke curled from the brick chimneys of the textile mills, a gray ribbon that seemed to choke the sky. You adjusted your collar. Your hands were trembling, but you kept your...
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