The Pilgrim's Covenant
The train from Boston to Santa Fe arrived three hours late, and when I finally stepped onto the platform, the first thing I noticed was the silence. Not the absence of sound, but the presence of a silence so deep it felt like a weight. The station was empty except for a single Native man sitting on a bench, watching me with eyes that had already seen everything I was about to show him. My name...
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