The Golden Maze
The train shuddered through the dark, a long, groaning beast of iron and coal smoke that carried us north into the biting cold of the industrial heartland. I sat opposite a man whose face was obscured by the shadow of his heavy wool cap, his hands resting on his knees like two discarded tools, rough and scarred. The carriage was empty save for a single, withered orchid that sat in a cracked...
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