The Distant Whispers

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The train rattled. It shook my bones. I felt the shudder in my teeth. We were late. The conductor looked at me. His eyes were dead. He did not speak. I looked at my hands. They were shaking. I held them tight. I needed to keep them still. I needed to hide them. The air smelled of oil. It smelled of iron. It smelled of old sweat. It was a heavy smell. It stuck to my throat. I could not breathe...

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