The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The train did not stop at the station. It rattled past the platform where the snow had settled into a thick, white silence, a silence that felt heavier than the iron tracks beneath our wheels. I was sitting opposite my brother, Thomas, and we were not speaking. We rarely spoke anymore, not since the city had fallen to the gray men with their gray coats and their gray eyes, not since the order...

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