The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The train to the capital moved with the sluggish, heavy grace of a dying beast, dragging its long spine of steel through the gray, rain-slicked moors that stretched out to the horizon in a flat, unbroken expanse of bruised purple and mud, and I sat in the corner of the carriage, my hands wrapped tightly around a ceramic mug that had once been white but was now stained with the ghostly,...

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