The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The train groaned. Steel on steel. It shook the floorboards. I sat. My hands were still. They were not my own hands. They were iron. They were bone. "Look at him," said Thomas. His voice was dry. Like dust. "He looks like a statue." I did not answer. I could not. My mouth was a lock. We were moving. Fast. The world blurred outside. Grey. Black. Rain. This was not a train. Or it was. The lines...

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