The Distant Summer

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2026-08-17 17:45:22 -

The iron whistle of the locomotive did not scream so much as it sighed, a long, mournful exhalation that seemed to drain the life from the coal dust hanging in the grey air. I stood alone on the platform at Ashworth Junction, my fingers wrapped tightly around the brass buckle of my belt, feeling the cold metal bite into my skin. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; the days had blurred...

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