The Grey Station
The world had become a place of silence and ash. The city was no longer a city, but a collection of concrete shells surrounding the Grey Station—a transit hub for trains that had stopped running decades ago. The Man lived in a small alcove near Platform 4, his existence defined by the act of waiting. The Ticket Agent was the only other soul in the station. He was a man of withered skin and eyes...
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