The Distant Summer

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The train cut through the grey morning like a blade through fog, and I sat with my back against the cold steel, watching the suburban sprawl dissolve into a blur of indistinct houses and bare trees. I was not going home, not in any sense that mattered to the soul, but rather toward a duty that had calcified into a habit, a heavy, rhythmic pounding in my chest that no amount of sleep could...

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