The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The train did not stop. It only slowed, a great iron beast exhaling steam that tasted of rust and rain. I stood at the window, my forehead pressed against the cold glass, watching the landscape blur into a smear of grey and green. We were leaving the world I knew. Or perhaps we were entering a world that had always been here, waiting in the margins of the map. My name is Elias. I am a man of no...

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