The Faded Paradox
The train pulled away. It did not scream. It exhaled. A long, shuddering breath of steam and rust that hung in the air like a ghost. Elias stood on the platform. He did not wave. He watched the tail lights disappear into the fog. The fog was thick. It was alive. It coiled around his boots. It climbed his legs. It tasted of iron. It tasted of old blood. He turned. He walked back to the station....
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