The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The train had been running late, a sluggish beast of steel and rust that groaned against the tracks as it crested the final hill into the valley. Eleanor Ashworth stood at the window, her forehead resting against the cold glass, watching the fog peel away from the landscape like a bandage from a healing wound. She was thirty-two years old, and her face held the hollow, weary dignity of someone...

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