The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey mist that smelled of wet stone and old iron. I stood at the edge of the platform, my coat soaked through, watching the train pull away with a sound like a long, dying breath. It was not a train I recognized, nor was the platform, yet the feeling of leaving was so acute it felt like a physical wound in my chest. I had been...

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