The Faded Ruin
The train had been running late for three hours, a fact that the conductor announced with a monotone apology that seemed to dissolve into the humid air of the carriage before it could even land. We were packed tight in the sealed compartment, the windows fogged with the breath of seven strangers, creating a white, opaque barrier between the world outside and the stagnant, recycled air within. I...
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