The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The factory whistle screamed at six in the morning, a jagged tear in the grey sky that seemed to cut right through the bone. I was standing on the platform, my breath pluming in the cold air, watching the train depart with a lurch that felt like a physical blow to the gut. It carried my life away, or rather, it carried the only part of my life that still had weight. The rest of me remained...

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