The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The train smelled of wet wool and coal dust, a scent that had become so familiar to me over the last six months that it no longer triggered the nausea I once felt when first boarding a carriage bound for the industrial heartlands, and as the locomotive hissed through the grey morning mist, pressing the landscape into a blur of iron and timber, I sat in the corner of the second-class compartment...

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