I am thrown awake by the swinging of the train. For a moment it’s difficult to decide where I am, which world, or century. The carriage is silent, all conversation has died as the train has continued its journey through the desert. I peer carefully over the top of the seat in front of me just to reassure myself that I’m not alone.... KEEP READING
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