The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The train was a sealed box. It smelled of stale coffee and wet wool. Elias sat in the corner, his knees drawn up to his chest. Across the aisle, Marcus stared out the window. The glass was fogged. They had been traveling for three days. No one spoke. The silence was a heavy thing. It pressed against their eardrums. It was a technical silence. Calibrated. Precise. Elias looked at his hands. They...

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