The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The train hissed. Steam curled into the cold air. It tasted of iron and old ash. Elias stood on the platform. His coat was buttoned to the chin. He held a tin box. It was heavy. Brass. Dented. Across the tracks, a figure waited. Tall. Still. Like a statue in a graveyard. "Hold it," the figure said. Elias did not move. "It is for the road." "Put it down." "I will not." The wind picked up. It...

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