The Golden Mirror
The train car swayed with the heavy, rhythmic lurch of a beast exhausted by the miles it had already swallowed, the iron wheels grinding against the tracks in a sound that seemed to vibrate not just in your ears but in the hollow spaces of your chest, a persistent, low-frequency hum that served as the only metronome for the long, grey afternoon. You sat in the corner seat, your knees drawn up...
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