The Wistful Mirror

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The whistle of the locomotive did not announce our arrival so much as it tore the silence from the air, a shriek of iron and steam that cut through the grey twilight of the valley. I stood at the window of the third-class carriage, my forehead pressed against the cold, vibrating glass, watching the landscape dissolve into a blur of soot-stained fields and skeletal trees. I was holding it. The...

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