She Might Have Been

The cattle train from Mervetz Zhdet had lumbered into Nadezda with peeling walls, the wood flaking like flesh from a carcass onto the platform below. The humans stared up at the white open sky and felt the first traces of civilisation in the lingering coffee and tobacco from the waiting room.

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