The Faded Photograph

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The train cuts through the dark like a jagged tooth, pulling you north into the teeth of the winter. You are not supposed to be here, not in this carriage, not with the smell of wet wool and coal smoke clinging to your lungs. But the body remembers what the mind tries to forget. Your hands, scarred and calloused from years of gripping a hilt, rest on your knees. They are shaking. They have been...

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