The Faded Photograph

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The train does not stop at the station, but it slows with a grinding, metallic shudder that vibrates through the soles of your boots and into the marrow of your shins, a mechanical groan that sounds less like a vehicle and more like a living thing in pain. You are standing in the vestibule, gripping the cold, riveted steel of the door frame, your knuckles white not from the cold but from the...

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