The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

You stand at the edge of the platform, the gravel crunching beneath the soles of your shoes like the bones of old men breaking under the weight of years, and you watch the train dissolve into the grey, rain-swept nothingness of the morning, a long metallic serpent shrinking until it is merely a memory of steel and light, leaving you with the hollow ache of departure, the specific, brutal...

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