The Distant Affair
The train cut through the fog like a silver blade through silk, separating the known world from the gray expanse beyond. I pressed my forehead against the cold glass, watching the trees blur into streaks of charcoal and ash, my reflection staring back at me with hollow eyes. I was a man who had spent twenty years chasing ghosts in the ledger books of the city, but this journey felt different....
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