The Distant Summer

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The train that carried me north from the city of my birth was not a vehicle of transport so much as it was a carriage for memory, a long, rattling ribcage that groaned against the tracks as if in pain. I sat by the window, the glass fogged with the condensation of a hundred breaths held in fear and anticipation, and I watched the landscape dissolve into a smear of grey and brown. My hands,...

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