The Faded Masquerade

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The train hissed, a long, mournful exhalation that seemed to drain the very air from the station, leaving behind a stale chill that clung to the wool of my coat. I stood there, watching the steam curl and dissipate into the gray London fog, a ghost of a thing itself, until the last carriage blurred into the distance and the tracks remained empty, vibrating with a residual, trembling energy. It...

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