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Chapter 49: The Diesel Ghost

مؤلف: B.S. Turaki
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Jade's POV

The rhythm of the rails was a hypnotic, grinding lullaby that vibrated through the steel floor of the grain car and into the marrow of my bones. Every clack-clack of the wheels over the junctions felt like a stitch being torn from the fabric of my old life. We were moving south, deep into the industrial belly of Chicago, where the skyline was replaced by the skeletal silhouettes of abandoned steel mills and the eternal orange glow of the refineries.

I sat with my back against the
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