The Golden Crossing

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The train left at dawn. I watched the wheels catch the gravel, the iron screaming against the track. It was a sound like a bone breaking. Margot stood by the window. Her hand was pressed against the glass. She did not wave. She did not speak. She just looked at me. Her eyes were wide and dry. The air in the station was thick with coal smoke and the smell of wet wool. I stood on the platform, my...

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