The Distant Ghost
The train left the station with a shudder that I felt in the marrow of my bones, a final, violent rejection of the stillness I had kept for three years. I stood on the platform, watching the tail lights of the locomotive fade into the gray mist that hung low over the valley, and I knew that this was the end of the road, not as a terminus, but as a shedding. I was no longer the man who had worn...
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