The Golden Downtown
The steam from the locomotive hissed against the cold October air, a sharp, mechanical sound that cut through the stillness of the station platform. You stood with your suitcase, the leather worn soft at the corners, watching Clara’s figure shrink against the backdrop of the waiting room. She did not wave. She simply watched you, her face a mask of quiet resignation, her eyes holding a weight...
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