The Wistful Voyage

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The steam rose in thick, white plumes from the iron lungs of the locomotive, curling into the grey, indifferent sky like the ghosts of prayers long forgotten by a god who had grown tired of listening. Arthur Penhaligon sat in the corner of the third-class carriage, his spine curved against the hard wooden bench as if he were trying to fold himself into the seat, to disappear into the grain of...

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