The Golden Myth
The train cut through the grey, rain-slicked arteries of the city, a long metal beast groaning under the weight of its cargo, while young Elias stood pressed against the cold glass of the window, watching the blurred neon signs of the downtown district smear into streaks of red and blue, knowing with a certainty that settled deep in his marrow, heavier than the wet wool of his coat, that he was...
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