The Golden Crossing

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The mist does not lift so much as it decides where to stand, thick and wet against the windowpanes of the carriage, blurring the landscape into a smear of grey mud and black iron, and you sit there with your hands folded in your lap, feeling the vibration of the engine in your bones, a low hum that suggests the world is a machine that is slowly, irrevocably breaking down. You are going to the...

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