The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The train smells of wet wool and rust, a heavy, metallic scent that clings to the inside of your nose and refuses to let go, and you are sitting in the corner of a second-class carriage with your knees drawn up to your chest, holding a tin can that has been dented by the journey, the tin cold against your palms, the sound of the wheels on the tracks a relentless, rhythmic hammering that beats...

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