The Golden Downtown

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The train shed Arthur Penhaligon in Oakhaven like a stone into a rusted bucket, the iron tracks groaning under the weight of a decade of neglect. He stepped onto the platform, his left hand clenched into a fist that trembled with the violent, rhythmic spasm of early-onset arthritis, a physical betrayal that had begun to consume his mornings with a dull, grinding heat. He was fifty-two, a man...

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