Found an old book today in an abandoned house. 'Anna Karenina.' The pages are brittle and smell of dust and decay, but it's intact. I read a few pages to Sasha. Her engine hums along, a better audience than any person. She doesn't judge me for stumbling over the long words.

It's strange. The world in these pages is so different. Ballrooms and country estates. It feels like a dream, or a story from another planet. My own world is steel, diesel, and the sound of the wind through the breach in Sasha's cupola.

Sometimes I wonder if I could ever be that person in a story. Not the soldier. Not the deserter. Just... a person in a room, reading a book, with no one to fear.

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