The Golden Echoes
The train shook with a rhythmic, metallic groan, a sound that had become the heartbeat of my existence for the last three days. I sat in the corner of the second-class compartment, my back against the cold steel wall, watching the blurred landscape of the industrial Midwest streak past the window. Outside, the world was gray and heavy with the promise of rain, a landscape of rusted rail yards...
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