The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-18 15:52:03 -

You are standing at the edge of the platform, the cold iron of the bench biting into your palms, watching the mist swirl through the station like a living thing that has decided to remain. The train is late, as it always is, a heavy, breathing delay that stretches the minutes into hours, filling the silence with a sound like static, a low hum that you feel more in your teeth than in your ears....

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