The Wistful Letter

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The iron breath of the locomotive does not cease when the wheels stop turning, but rather deepens, a subterranean groan that vibrates through the soles of your boots and settles, heavy and cold, in the marrow of your shins. You are standing in the throat of the world, a place where the railway line, that scar of black iron laid across the living flesh of the English moor, has begun to fray. The...

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