The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The train cut through the grey mist like a blade through wet wool, its whistle a low, mournful keen that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones. I sat in the corner of the third-class carriage, my coat buttoned to the throat, watching the industrial landscape scroll past in a blur of iron and soot. The air was thick with the smell of coal dust and damp wool, a scent that had permeated...

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