Chapter 10 · free to read
Staff go down; passengers get on. Whatever else he had done to me, he had handed me the difference between those two sentences.
They were not dead and they were not asleep. They were waiting, the way you wait when a train is held at a signal and there is nothing to do about it but wait.
The ink was not faded. It was gone, the way a name goes when there is nothing left anywhere in the record for it to hold on to.
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