The Distant Wound
The train pulled away with a shudder that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of your bones, leaving behind a cloud of grey soot that hung in the stagnant air of the platform, and you stood there, gripping the strap of your leather satchel so tightly that the leather creaked in protest, watching the tail of the carriage recede into the fog that was beginning to roll in off the river, a thick, wet...
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