The Golden Myth
The train carried me north into a fog so dense it felt less like weather and more like a physical barrier, a grey membrane that pressed against the glass and blurred the world into a series of indistinct shapes. I was returning to the estate, a task that required a level of technical precision and administrative detachment that I had cultivated over the last decade of my career in archival...
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