The Golden Myth
The train pulled into the city with a shudder that seemed to vibrate in my teeth, a metallic groan that was less a sound and more a sensation, a warning that the world outside had shifted its weight. I stepped onto the platform, my boots striking the concrete with a dull thud that felt too heavy for the morning air. It was autumn, though I could not say for certain which year it was. The sky...
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