The Faded Portrait

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You leave the station at dusk, the air thick with the smell of coal smoke and wet wool, and you do not look back because looking back is a luxury that costs time, and time is the only currency you have left to spend on the escape you are not yet sure you want. The train hisses, a long, dying breath of steam that fogs the glass, separating you from the platform, from the people who waved, from...

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