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Daylight faded to thin broth.
In Minneapolis there had been only silence and the inevitable clumsy petitions of potato-fingered men looking for someone, anyone, to share the agony of their days.
as the train leaped past crossing gates waving a raccoon’s tail of white and black smoke.
a frown in a suit,
Trains bearing fangs of ice tore through the crossing at Wallace.
The note clicked from theme to theme like the wheels of a train crossing a freightyard.
