The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The train smelled of wet wool and old coffee. It was a smell that clung to the fabric of the seats, a persistent ghost of the previous passenger’s anxiety. Elias sat by the window, his thumb tracing the rim of his paper cup. The landscape outside was a blur of gray fields and bare trees, moving with a rhythmic indifference to his internal storm. He was going to resign. He was going to walk into...

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