The Golden Myth
The silence in the station was not empty but thick, a physical weight of dust and cold iron that pressed against the temples of Sergeant Major Elias Thorne as he stood by the tracks, his hand resting on the hilt of a sidearm he no longer truly felt the need to draw, the metallic taste of old fear lingering on his tongue like the dregs of bitter tea that he had drunk in the morning before the...
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