The Distant Whispers
The train leaves at dawn. You watch the platform empty. The steam hisses. It sounds like a sigh. You hold your bag. It is light. It is heavy. You are a maker of things. Wood. Grain. You know the secret of the joinery. You know where the strength lies. But you do not know where the weakness starts. You leave the city. You leave the debt. The landlord waits. The bank waits. The hunger waits. You...
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