The Wistful Silence

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The train shuddered as it climbed the ridge, a long, groaning beast of iron and steam that seemed less like a vehicle of transport and more like a penitent dragging its weight toward an inescapable judgment. Thomas Bradshaw sat in the corner of the third-class car, his body pressed against the cold window, watching the grey morning mist peel away from the fields below to reveal the sprawling,...

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