The Golden Crossing

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The train leaves at dawn. You are standing on the platform. Your father is beside you. He does not look at you. He looks at the tracks. The tracks are rusted. The sky is grey. You have a bag. It is heavy. Inside is the box. The box is old. It is made of wood. It is painted gold. The paint is chipping. You know what is inside. You have always known. You have not opened it. You are afraid. Your...

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