Chapter 12 · free to read
She went first because nothing down there could register her. It was the most frightening walk of my life and she took it at a stroll.
Eighteen names and eighteen fares, in a driver's handwriting, on a train that has been standing still since before I was born.
Eighteen seats held eighteen ticketed passengers. The nineteenth was not empty, and whoever was sitting in it was wearing my face and my polo and my watch.
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