The Distant Metropolis
The train pulled away from the station at the edge of the valley, and in the rhythmic chugging of its engines, I heard the finality of a door closing on a life I had thought was mine to keep, leaving me standing on the gravel platform with my suitcase in one hand and a sense of profound, hollow displacement in my chest, as if the air itself had been sucked out of the room and replaced with the...
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