The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The train slowed as it approached the station in Ashworth, a long, groaning exhale of steam and iron that seemed to pull the very air out of my lungs, and I stood in the corner of the carriage, my hands clutching the worn leather handle until the knuckles turned the color of old bone, watching the rain streak the glass in long, weeping lines that blurred the passing fields into a smear of gray...

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