The Distant Ghost
The train departed from the station at the edge of the city, leaving behind the smell of coal smoke and the damp, heavy scent of wet wool, and as it pulled away, the world outside the window began to blur into a series of grey and green smudges that offered no comfort to the man sitting in the third row, who had spent the last four years believing that his silence was a form of penance rather...
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