The Wistful Voyage

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The train smelled of diesel and old wool. You sat by the window, watching the gray fields blur into a streak of brown and green. Your hands were still. They had always been still, even when your heart hammered against your ribs like a trapped bird. You were a senior investigator for the Department of Public Safety. A badge on your chest. A gun in your holster. A reputation for calm. The...

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