The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-18 21:58:00 -

You step off the train. The air in Harrowgate tastes of coal smoke and wet iron. It is 1894. The fog presses against the station glass like a living thing, wanting in. You hold your ticket in your hand. It is crumpled. Your fingers are stained with ink. You look at them. The stains are under the nails. They are permanent. You do not wash them. You never wash them. The carriage is empty. Just...

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