The Wistful Campus
The train shuddered. It stopped. Miles stood. He looked out. The mist clung to the tracks. It swallowed the fields. It swallowed the world. He was not a man. He was a thing. A thing on a leash. The leash was the law. The law was the judge. The judge was the town. He stepped onto the platform. The wood was wet. It creaked under his boots. His boots were clean. His coat was clean. He looked like...
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