The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The fog sat heavy on the iron tracks. It smelled of rust and wet wool. Elias stood by the platform edge. He checked his watch. The glass was cracked. He tapped it. Nothing moved. The air was cold. It bit his nose. He shivered. He pulled his coat tighter. The fabric was thin. It offered little warmth. He looked at the signal light. It was dark. Red? No. Just off. The train was late. Or it was...

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