The Distant Whispers
The train groans against the iron spine of the earth, a metallic beast dragging its heavy belly through the twilight of the industrial age, and you sit in the corner of the compartment, your hands wrapped around a cup of tea that has long since gone cold, the heat dead and forgotten like the hope you once held for a different kind of life. The carriage sways, a rhythmic lullaby of wood and...
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