The Distant Nightmare
The train hisses against the iron rails, a long, metallic exhalation that shudders through the floorboards of the carriage. You sit in the corner, your hands folded tightly in your lap, the fabric of your skirt worn smooth by the friction of your nervous fingers. Outside, the gray sky presses down upon the sprawling industrial sprawl of Manchester, a city of soot and steam where the air tastes...
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