The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-17 11:32:55 -

The train to Blackwood Station hissed through the tunnel like a dying snake, a long, shuddering exhale of steam that filled the narrow carriage with the smell of wet wool and coal dust, a scent that had become so ingrained in my skin over the last forty years that I could no longer tell where I ended and the railway began, and as the world outside the window blurred into a smear of gray mud and...

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