The Wistful Voyage

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The train cut a long, thin scar through the grey morning, a steel ribcage rattling against the tracks as it hauled itself out of the valley where the fog lay thick and wet like spilled milk on the ground. Inside, the air was stale, tasting of iron filings and the damp wool of coats that had been soaked through by the relentless drizzle that had persisted for three days, a weather that seemed to...

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