The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-19 08:42:51 -

The train smelled of coal dust and wet wool. It was a smell that had seeped into the very fabric of my being over the last thirty years, a scent that clung to my hair and stained the lining of my coat. I sat in the corner of the third-class carriage, my knees pressed together to save space. My hands lay in my lap. They were dry. They were still. They had been still for a long time. I was going...

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