The Distant Journey

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2026-08-19 02:19:28 -

The train cut through the gray morning like a knife through wet cloth. It was a slow, grinding motion, the kind that made the teeth ache and the soul feel heavy. Margaret sat by the window, her hand pressed against the cold glass. Her fingers were long, pale, and trembling slightly. She watched the fields rush past, a blur of brown earth and dead corn stalks. There was no one else in the...

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