The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The train cut through the fog like a knife through wet cloth, its iron wheels screaming against the tracks in a rhythm that felt less like movement and more like a slow, mechanical bleeding. Inside car number four, the air was stale, recycled through vents that hummed with a low, persistent drone. It was the kind of silence that had weight, pressing against the eardrums, demanding to be filled...

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