The Golden Quest
October 14, 1923 The train that took Julian left at four in the afternoon, a black streak against the grey October sky, and I stood on the platform until the stationmaster ordered me inside, my hands still trembling from the cold. I am forty-five years old, and I have spent the last two decades managing the archives of the State Pension Office, a job that requires a steady hand and a memory for...
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