The Distant Whispers

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The train shuddered. It was a rhythmic violence. The metal groaned. I watched the wheels spin. The blur outside was gray. The sky was low. It pressed down on the fields. I sat in the corner. My coat was heavy. It smelled of coal dust. And old wool. My hands were still. They rested on my knees. I was not afraid. I was tired. The fatigue was deep. It lived in my bones. I had not slept. My mind...

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