The Golden Circuit

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2026-08-18 03:17:42 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain drawn tight against the iron lattice of the train window, blurring the passing countryside into a smear of wet slate and bruised heather. Margot sat in the corner of the second-class carriage, her knees drawn up to her chest, her fingers working the frayed edge of a leather handbag that had once been the color of deep burgundy but was now...

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