The Distant Nightmare

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The train shuddered to a halt in the grey dusk, a sound like a beast groaning in its sleep. I stood in the vestibule, my hand resting on the cold iron railing, watching the fog roll off the marshes that bordered the track. The year was 1918, and the war had ended, or so the papers claimed, though the silence that followed was heavier than the artillery had ever been. I am a man of few words,...

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