The Golden Mirror
The train hissed into the station at Ashworth, a long, metallic exhalation that seemed to drain the moisture from the air, leaving the platform dusty and brittle under the pale, industrial sun. You stood there, clutching your leather satchel against your chest, feeling the vibration of the engine in your teeth, a low hum that matched the erratic beating of your heart. The fog was thick here, a...
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