The Faded Apartment
The train pulls away from the platform with a shudder that you feel not in your bones but in the marrow of your soul, a vibration that settles into the deep, quiet architecture of your being as the steam thickens around the carriages. You stand at the edge of the platform, watching the tail lights of the locomotive vanish into the gray, industrial fog that hangs over the city like a shroud. It...
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