The Golden Quest
The train slows its long, iron exhale as it pulls into the station at Harrowgate, the small town that sits like a bruised plum in the valley, and you step off onto the platform with your case in hand, feeling the weight of the silence that has been following you for three days. It is not a dramatic silence, not the kind that screams, but the quiet of a held breath, the stillness before the...
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