The Golden Song
The train groaned against the rails, a metallic shriek that cut through the damp autumn air as it pulled away from the platform at Dunmore, leaving behind the gray stone of the station and the small, shivering figure of Elias Thorne standing in the mist. He had packed his life into a single leather valise, a burden that felt heavier than the books and papers it contained, for it held the weight...
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