The Golden Downtown
The train left the platform at dawn, a hiss of steam that smelled of iron and burnt leaves, carrying Elias away from the only home he had ever known. He stood on the gravel shoulder, watching the locomotive shrink into the gray mist until it was merely a dark speck, then nothing at all. In his hand, he held a small, heavy object wrapped in a piece of his mother’s old silk scarf. It was a vial...
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