The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-19 18:16:03 -

The train from London to the Scottish Highlands did not glide so much as it groaned, a heavy, rusted beast dragging its belly across the tracks. I sat by the window, watching the grey sky press down upon the moors, feeling the vibration of the rails in my teeth. My hands, wrapped in thin wool gloves that had long since lost their elasticity, trembled. Not from the cold, though the air biting...

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