The Faded Quadrant
The train does not stop at the station, and you do not get off. This is the first rule of the journey, though no one has written it down. The iron wheels scream against the tracks, a sound like a dying animal dragging its own weight through the mud, and the air outside the window is a blur of grey and black, indistinguishable from the smoke that chokes the throat. You are a man of the law, or...
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