The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-20 14:45:05 -

The train cuts through the fog like a blade through silk. You sit by the window. The glass is cold. Your breath fogs it. You wipe it away. The view returns. The city is a smear of gray and amber. You are not supposed to be here. You are supposed to be in the house. You are supposed to be waiting. But the house is a mouth. It eats time. It eats light. It eats you. So you ride. You ride north....

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