The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The train window was a mirror that refused to hold your reflection, smudged by rain and the ghost of a thousand previous passengers’ breath. You pressed your forehead against the cold glass, the chill seeping into your skin, and watched the English countryside blur into a watercolor of gray and dull green. It was 11:45 AM. You had exactly fifteen minutes to reach the platform at Kings Cross,...

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