The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The train did not run on rails. It ran on the marrow of the earth. Silas stood by the window. The glass was cold. It pressed against his cheek. He felt a pulse beneath the metal. A slow, rhythmic throb. The engine was not a machine. It was a beast. It chewed the landscape. It digested the horizon. He held his hat in his hands. The wool was damp. It smelled of rain and iron. "Next stop," the...

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