The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The train screamed through the valley, a jagged tear in the fabric of the grey morning, and I held onto the iron railing with hands that had forgotten how to rest, feeling the vibration of the engine in my teeth, in the marrow of my bones, as we hurtled toward the industrial heart of the city where the air tasted of coal dust and despair, where the only currency that mattered was the strength...

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