The Golden Mirror
The rain hits the glass of the train carriage with a rhythmic, percussive violence that seems to synchronize with the hammering of your own heart, a double-beat of anxiety and adrenaline that has kept you awake since you stepped off the boat in Southampton, a sensation so acute that you can taste the copper tang of fear on your tongue. You are sitting in the corner of the compartment, your...
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