The Faded Guest
The train that carried me toward the coast was not so much moving as it was slowly dissolving into the gray afternoon mist, a long, metallic worm unspooling itself from the station platform into the void, and I sat in the corner of the second-class carriage with my knees pressed against the cold iron of the window frame, watching the landscape blur into a smear of slate and brown where the...
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