Between the Rail and the Sky
There is a space between the moment when a man decides to pull the brake and the moment when his hand actually reaches for the lever. A space so narrow that it cannot be measured by any clock, so brief that it passes before the mind can register its existence. And yet, in that space, a life can be lived. A world can be built. A choice can be unmade and remade and unmade again, an infinite...
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