The Distant Cartograph

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The train smelled of wet wool, coal dust, and the metallic tang of old blood that seemed to seep from the very upholstery of the third-class carriage, a scent that clung to the back of my throat like a forbidden word, and as I watched the industrial sprawl of Leeds dissolve into the grey mist outside the window, I felt the familiar, dull ache in my left elbow, that joint which had once been the...

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