The Golden Crossing

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The train does not stop. It only slows, a long exhale of steam and iron, before lurching forward again into the grey. You sit in the window seat. Your coat is damp. The air smells of coal smoke and wet wool. You are a man who asks questions. You have always been a man who asks questions. But this journey is different. This is not an investigation. It is a penance. The landscape outside is a...

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