The Distant Affair
The train rattled over the iron bones of the earth, a rhythmic, grinding scream that seemed to tear the silence apart, and I sat in the corner of the compartment with my hands clasped tightly around the leather case that rested on my lap, the leather worn smooth by decades of sweat and worry, feeling the weight of it not just as an object but as a part of my own flesh, a second heart beating...
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