The Distant Ghost
The train shook. It shook hard. A rhythm. The iron heart beat. Edward sat. He held the bag. The bag was heavy. It was full of paper. He looked out. The fields passed. Brown and gray. No color. The sky was low. It pressed down. He felt the weight. It was in his chest. And in the bag. He was going to the institute. The building stood there. It was stone. It was old. It watched him. He had built...
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