The Golden Echoes
The train hissed against the tracks, a long, shuddering exhalation of steam and iron that cut through the gray, industrial fog of the Scottish Highlands, carrying Professor Arthur Penhaligon away from the quiet, suffocating safety of his university office and into the vast, indifferent wilderness where the air tasted of peat and rust. He was a man of books and ordered minds, accustomed to the...
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