The Distant Nightmare

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The train coughs. It shudders. Then it moves. You sit by the window. The glass is cold. Your breath fogs it. You wipe the fog away. The landscape blurs. Then it sharpens. Fields. Trees. A road. The world outside is gray. The world inside your head is black. You are a soldier. Or you were. The uniform is gone. The rank is gone. What remains is the weight. It sits on your chest. It presses down....

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