The Golden Visit
The train had already pulled away when Elara realized that the platform was no longer empty, but rather crowded with the silent, grey figures of her past selves, standing in rows like statues carved from the damp fog of the morning. They did not move; they did not speak; they simply watched her with eyes that were hollowed out by years of accumulated expectation, their hands resting on the...
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