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AT THE STATION BY FAIG MAMED 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 12 ❦ 34THPARALLEL.NET

The 1715 to Baku had left the station. In the distance, the train’s dark green tail was crawling slowly behind the yellow hill like a huge tired worm.

The waiting-room was almost empty but filled with the evening sun. The heat had not abated yet.

The station master in the crumpl…

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