The Distant Whispers

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The train whistle screamed across the valley, a jagged tear in the grey morning sky. It was the sound of departure. It was the sound of the end. I stood on the platform at Harrowgate, the wind biting at my cheeks, and watched the locomotive pull away from the station. The steam curled around the iron rails, a ghostly hand reaching back to touch the world it was leaving behind. I did not look at...

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