The Faded Portrait

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The train pulls away with a shudder that rattles the bones in your chest, a metallic groan of steel against stone that sounds less like departure and more like a wound being torn open, leaving you standing on the platform of Harrowgate Station, a small, soot-stained hub in the industrial sprawl of the northern counties, where the air tastes of coal dust and wet iron and the sky is a perpetual,...

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