The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-19 13:14:15 -

The steam from the locomotive did not rise so much as it hung, a thick, sulfurous fog that clung to the rails of the Highland line, erasing the distinction between the earth and the sky until the world was nothing but a grey, breathing void. I sat in the rear car of the inspection train, the wood of the bench cold against my spine, watching the mist swirl in slow, deliberate circles around the...

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