The Faded Photograph

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The train cut through the mist like a blade through silk, carrying me away from the life I had built and into a void that hummed with a frequency only I could hear. I sat in the corner of the second-class carriage, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, watching the blurred landscape of the Scottish highlands rush by. The windows were fogged, a mirror that showed not my reflection but the swirling...

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