The Golden Quest
The train slowed as it entered the valley, a long metallic sigh that seemed to vibrate in my teeth. I had come to Harrow’s Gap for the air, the doctors said. The city had become a cage of dust and static, and my lungs, once capable of expanding to fill a lecture hall, now recoiled from the faintest trace of pollen. I was a scholar of history, a man who lived in the past tense, and now my body...
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