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The train shuddered to a halt on the tracks, letting out a screeching hiss. The two women sitting near me finally ceased their incessant nattering and waddled our of the carriage. I followed the preacher and the girl onto the platform, then stopped. The air was arid and dusty. My gun felt like dead weight on my hip. I wasn’t meant to be here.

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