The Golden Song
The train did not so much arrive at the station as it exhaled into the fog, a long, shuddering groan of metal and steam that seemed to shake the very foundations of the city, a city that had no name in the map but held the shape of a forgotten memory in the mind of Dr. Arthur Pendelton, who stood on the platform with his coat buttoned to the throat and his hands trembling not from the cold,...
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