The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The train that carried you north had no schedule, or perhaps it moved on a timetable written in a language only the dead could read, rattling over iron bones that stretched endlessly into a fog so thick it seemed to have weight, pressing against the windowpanes like a living thing trying to get in. You sat in the compartment, the velvet seats worn thin to the shape of the bodies that had...

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