The Faded Frontier
The train did not stop so much as it exhaled, a long, rattling sigh of steam and iron that swallowed the silence of the platform, and I stepped out onto the wet cobblestones of Ashworth Hall with the sensation that I was stepping out of my own skin, leaving it crumpled in the carriage seat behind me, a hollow husk that no longer contained the heavy, electric hum that had lived in my marrow for...
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