The Golden Quest
The locomotive groaned against the iron spine of the mountain, a sound that vibrated in the marrow of Eleanor’s bones, carrying her deeper into the industrial heart of the Northern Territory where the air tasted of sulfur and old coal. She clutched the brass railing of the observation deck, her knuckles white, watching the fog curl around the iron bridges like a living thing, a grey shroud that...
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