The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The train moved through the dark. It was a black box on iron bones. It cut the night. The wheels clattered. The sound was a constant, low hum. It vibrated in the floor. It vibrated in the bones. Elias Vance sat in the corner. He held a small, glass vial. It was empty. It had been full of water. Now it was just glass. He turned it over. He looked at the dust inside. A single speck. It sat at the...

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