The Faded Portrait

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The train does not stop at the station where your name is carved into the iron, but it stops there in the way that a bruise stops spreading, a sudden and absolute halt in the middle of the corridor’s long, rattling breath, and you are standing on the platform of the city that was not yet built, where the fog is so thick it has the weight of wet wool and the smell of ozone and burnt sugar, and...

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