The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The train did not arrive at the station; it emerged from the mist like a bruise swelling beneath the skin of the morning, a long, groaning ribcage of iron and rust that breathed with a rhythm foreign to the landscape. I stepped onto the platform, my leather satchel heavy against my hip, containing not gold, but the ledger of my ruin, and I felt the air thicken with the scent of ozone and wet...

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