The Distant Cartograph

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The train hissed. It screamed. You held the box tight. The wood smelled of pine and sweat. Your fingers bled. You did not care. The platform was empty. The fog rolled in. It swallowed the tracks. It swallowed the lights. You waited for her. She was not there. The conductor shouted. He was rude. He was loud. He slammed his hand on the glass. Move it. Move your load. You did not move. You looked...

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