The Faded Apartment

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The train cut through the grey expanse of the Yorkshire moors, a steel artery pulsing against the cold, damp earth. I sat in the corner of the carriage, my back rigid against the worn upholstery, my eyes fixed not on the passing landscape but on the small, leather-bound book resting in my lap. It was not a book of scripture, nor of philosophy, though it contained both. It was a journal, the...

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