The Pale Fracture
The train left without a sound, a slow exhalation of steam that curled into the grey morning air and dissolved before it could reach the window, leaving behind a silence so profound it felt less like an absence of noise and more like a physical weight pressing against the glass, a heavy, suffocating blanket that settled over the small, crumbling station platform where I stood with my father,...
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