The Distant Affair

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The train left at dawn. Miles stood on the platform. He did not look back. He held a ticket in his left hand. It was damp. His right hand hung by his side. It trembled. The station was gray. Iron and stone. Steam hissed from the tracks. It smelled of coal and rust. The air was cold. It cut through his coat. He wore a wool suit. It was old. The elbows were worn thin. He was a prisoner. Not of...

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