The Distant Journey

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2026-08-17 22:09:44 -

The rain did not fall; it drove. It hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the train car with a violence that felt personal. I pressed my forehead against the cold glass. The world outside was a smear of gray mud and black smoke. Steam hissed from the joints of the locomotive, a white ghost that died instantly in the wet air. We were moving fast. Or at least, it felt fast. The landscape...

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