The Distant Affair
The train cuts through the fog with the rhythmic, mechanical persistence of a heartbeat struggling against ice. You sit in the corner of the first-class carriage, the leather seat worn smooth by generations of anxious travelers, and you feel the vibration of the tracks rising through the soles of your boots, a tremor that travels up your spine and settles, cold and heavy, in the marrow of your...
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