The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The train smelled of wet wool and iron, a metallic tang that stuck to the back of my throat and refused to wash away with the cheap whiskey I had been sipping since we left Manchester, and I watched the fields blur into a gray smear of mud and dying brambles, feeling the rhythm of the wheels in my teeth, a dull, persistent ache that matched the hollow, gnawing panic rising in my chest because I...

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