The Faded Masquerade

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The locomotive’s breath was a physical weight against my chest, a rhythmic, metallic exhalation that seemed to synchronize with the hollow ache behind my ribs as we cut through the grey, rain-slicked valleys of the Northern Range, the world outside the carriage windows reduced to a smear of charcoal and rust that moved with a terrifying, indifferent speed. I sat with my back pressed hard into...

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