The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The train had been running late for three hours, a fact that the conductor mentioned with the hollow, rehearsed pity of a man who had long since ceased to care about the time or the destination. We were in the last car, the one that smelled of stale tobacco, damp wool, and the metallic tang of old iron, a space so confined that the air itself seemed to thicken against my lungs. I sat with my...

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