The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The train cuts through the grey morning like a knife through stale bread, its wheels screaming against the iron rails in a rhythm that has become the only heartbeat you recognize, and you sit in the corner of the third-class carriage with your hands folded so tightly in your lap that your knuckles have turned the color of old bone, staring at the window where the world is a blurred smear of mud...

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