The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The train moved through the dark. I watched the windows. They were clean. Too clean. My name was Elias. I was a prisoner of my own making. Or so I thought. The conductor passed. He wore a uniform of deep blue. The fabric smelled of starch and ozone. I did not look up. I stared at my hands. They were shaking. The vibration of the tracks made my teeth ache. We were going to the Capital. The city...

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