The Faded Chronicle

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The train hisses. It is a long, thin sound, like a snake waking in a ditch. You stand at the platform edge. Your shoes are muddy. The mud is dark, wet, and heavy. It clings to the rubber. It smells of iron and rain. You are leaving. You are always leaving. Hold the bag. Keep your head down. Do not look at him. Not yet. You have been here for three years. Three years in the iron cage. Three...

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