The Distant Legend
The train to the coast arrived in a silence so profound it felt less like an absence of noise and more like a physical weight pressing against my eardrums, a heavy, grey wool blanket pulled up to my nose. I sat by the window, watching the fields blur into a smear of wet green and brown, the glass cold against my cheek as I pressed my forehead to it, feeling the vibration of the tracks hum...
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