The Golden Maze
The train slows, and you feel the shudder of it in your teeth, a low hum that vibrates through the soles of your shoes and up into the marrow of your bones. You are tired. You have been tired for so long that the fatigue has calcified, settling into the architecture of your being like sediment in a riverbed. You press your forehead against the cold glass of the carriage window, watching the...
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