The Faded Frequency
The train rattles over the steel bones of the earth, a rhythmic grinding that vibrates through the soles of your boots and up into the marrow of your shin, a physical reminder that you are a body, fragile and finite, moving through a landscape that does not care if you arrive or vanish. You sit by the window, watching the industrial sprawl of Blackwood County dissolve into the misty gray of the...
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