The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The train left at four. It always left at four. I held the ticket. It was thin. It was brown. It smelled of dust. I held it in my left hand. My right hand was empty. My right hand was shaking. I was twelve. I was not afraid of the train. I was afraid of the word. The word was *Mare*. It was written on the ticket. It was my name. It was not my name. It was the name of the girl who sat next to...

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