The train slid nightlong through the snowy Russian landscape, with its cargo of souls bound for the East, each wrapped in their own silent thoughts, gazing through windows at the passing shadows, the landscape an endless scroll of ghostly birches and frozen lakes under a moonlit sky.
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Published: March 2, 2026 (69 days ago)
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