The Pale Banner
The rain hits the glass. It sounds like teeth. You sit in the back of the train. The carriage is dark. The lights flicker. You are not supposed to be here. Your badge is in your pocket. It feels heavy. It feels warm. It burns. You look at the man across from you. He is old. His face is a map of wrinkles. His eyes are closed. He breathes slowly. The rhythm is slow. The train slows. It stops. The...
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