The Wistful Voyage

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I woke up with the smell of wet wool and diesel in my nose. The train was moving. I knew this because the rhythm of the wheels on the track was a low, thrumming bass note that vibrated through the soles of my boots. I was sitting in a corner seat. My hands were wrapped around a mug of coffee. It was still hot. I could feel the steam curling against my knuckles. I looked down at my lap. There...

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