Tag: #trainjourney
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π The Last Stop Before Morning
A story that never leaves the train The train pulls out of Chicago at 11:47 p.m., a slow metallic sigh sliding along the rails. Iβm in seat 14A, right side, facing forward. The overhead light above me flickers like itβs reconsidering its life choices. Outside the window, the city melts into streaks of amber and…