The Faded Photograph

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You stand at the edge of the platform, the air thick with the scent of ozone and damp wool, watching the train dissolve into the grey morning mist. It is a departure that feels less like a physical act and more like a severing of the soul, a clean cut through the fabric of your existence. You hold the book in your hands, its leather cover worn soft by the touch of yours over the last decade, a...

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