The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The steam from the boiler room rose in thick, white plumes, curling into the iron-grey sky like the ghosts of ancestors refusing to find their rest. I stood at the edge of the platform, the cold metal of the railing biting into my palms, watching the last of the workers file into the train carriages with the slow, deliberate grace of men who knew they were leaving for a place where no one would...

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