This place makes her feel hollow and all the secrets and lies she’s gathered up echo inside her as they try to escape. Even if they did get out, there’s no one to hear them. She could release them into the silence and maybe if she timed it right they’d get caught up in the movement of a train, get swept up and scattered over the city for strangers to dwell on then cast away. Eventually they’d find their way back to her.

She feels the train before she sees it. She lays her secrets on the tracks and waits.

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