The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The train hummed a low, metallic note. It vibrated through the soles of Clara’s shoes. She sat by the window. The glass was cold. It fogged where her breath touched it. She wiped it away. The city blurred into streaks of grey and rust. Margaret was waiting at the station. She stood still. She did not look at her phone. She looked at the clock. The seconds ticked. They felt heavy. Clara stepped...

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