The Distant Promise
You wake in the dark. The train is moving. You know this because the floor shudders under your boots. A low, rhythmic thrum vibrates through the wood. It is the sound of iron on iron. It is the sound of a heart beating fast. You are in a carriage. It is empty. Or it seems empty. The shadows are thick. They press against the windows. The glass is cold. It bites your fingertips. You are holding...
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