The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

We had been walking for three days, or perhaps four, the time having dissolved into a thick, gray fog that clung to the wool of our coats and seeped into the pores of our skin with a damp, persistent chill that no amount of movement could fully expel. The train, a rust-barked behemoth of iron and steam, groaned along the tracks with a rhythmic, mechanical heartbeat that seemed to vibrate...

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