The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The train did not run on tracks, but on a current of silver mist that hummed against the glass like a swarm of trapped bees. Elias Thorne pressed his forehead against the cold pane, watching the landscape dissolve into a blur of indistinct shapes and shifting colors. He was not a passenger; he was an investigator, though the title felt absurd in this place where the laws of physics bowed to the...

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