The Faded Dust
Elias woke with the taste of rust and old pennies clinging to the back of his throat, a metallic tang that seemed to emanate from the very air of the carriage, a heavy, industrial exhalation of the world outside the glass. He was not sure if he had been asleep or merely suspended, caught in the liminal space between the living and the dead, as the train shuddered forward through the grey,...
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