The Faded Portrait

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The iron breathes. You feel it in your teeth, a metallic taste that coats the tongue, thick and cold. The fog is not white. It is grey. It is the color of old bruises. It is the color of the void. You are running. Your lungs burn. The air is thin. The air is thick. It is both. The train is coming. You hear it before you see it. A low moan. A grinding of steel on stone. The engine is a beast. It...

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