The Golden Maze
The train hissed into the station at dusk, a long, shuddering exhalation that seemed to pull the very breath out of the cold November air, and Margaret stepped off onto the platform with the heavy, deliberate cadence of a woman who had been walking for a very long time, not just in miles but in years of silent, grinding endurance. She was not looking for a specific person, nor was she fleeing a...
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