The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The train shuddered. Steam hissed. The air smelled of coal and wet wool. Elias Vance sat by the window. He wore a scarf. It was blue. Once it had been bright. Now it was gray. The wool was thin. It frayed at the edges. It felt like dry leaves against his neck. He looked at it. He did not touch it. The landscape blurred. Trees flashed. Black shapes. White snow. The rhythm of the wheels. Clack....

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