The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-22 03:01:30 -

The train that carried me away from the valley of my birth was not a vehicle of escape but a cage of iron and steam, rattling its way through the night with the relentless, grinding rhythm of a bone being broken and set again. I sat in the corner of the third-class car, my coat buttoned to the chin, watching the blurred streaks of darkness and the occasional glint of moonlight on the river as...

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