The Distant Whispers
The train did not so much arrive as it materialized out of the grey, soot-choked air, a leviathan of iron and steam that groaned against the earth with the weight of a century’s accumulated guilt, and you, standing on the platform with your uniform pressed stiff and your hands trembling not from the cold but from a vibration that seemed to originate in the marrow of your bones, watched the...
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