The Distant Journey

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I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. It was thick. Cold. Like chewing on a rusted nail. I tried to sit up, but the world refused to hold still. The train shuddered. The glass cracked. My name is Thomas. I am a constable. Or I was. Before the snow. Before the boy. Before the ice took its due. The window was broken. Shards of ice glittered on the floorboards like frozen teeth. Outside, the...

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