The Golden Circuit

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The ink was black. The paper was thin. The cold was absolute. Elias sat in the booth at the back of the station. It was a place of iron and steam, a cathedral of industry where men went to die or to live, but mostly just to wait. He held a pen that had been gifted to him by Arthur. Arthur, who was now a name on a brass plate in the town cemetery. Arthur, who had been the only man in the world...

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