The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-17 11:27:07 -

The train left without me. I stood on the platform, my hands in my pockets, watching the tail lights fade into the grey morning. It was a cold day. The air tasted of iron and wet leaves. I had come to say goodbye. I had come to buy. I had come to fix what was broken. I was a carpenter. I built things. I built chairs that held weight. I built tables that stood square. I built houses that kept...

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