The Golden Mirror
The train pulled into the station at a slant, the brakes screaming a high, thin note that seemed to slice through the thinning air of the November afternoon. Elias stood on the platform, his hand resting on the cold metal of the railing, watching the small town of Harrow Creek settle into the gray distance. He had left everything behind, or so he thought, the heavy suitcase in his hand feeling...
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