The Golden Quest
The train screams. It is a sound of tearing metal. You are in the cab. Your hands shake. The wheel is slick with sweat. Outside, the world is gray. The fog is thick. It chokes the tracks. You are a conductor. You are not a soldier. But you act like one. You hold the whistle. You hold the line. The map is wrong. The ink blots spread. Like bruises. You know this. You have always known. But you...
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