The Distant Journey

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2026-08-22 08:33:14 -

The train did not arrive on time, nor did it leave, but rather it sat there, a bruised purple monolith against the whiteout of the snow, exhaling plumes of steam that smelled faintly of ozone and burnt copper, a scent that had become so intimately woven into the fabric of my life over the past three months that I could no longer distinguish it from the perfume of my own wife, Elara, who stood...

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