The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The train is slow. It crawls. The wheels scream against the iron. You are tired. Your bones ache. You are an immigrant. You are a worker. You are old. The air is thick. It smells of coal and wet wool. Look at the window. The glass is dirty. You see your face. It is a mask. It is not yours. You are here to build. You are here to fix. The city is broken. You will make it whole. The conductor...

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