Panels 7 – 12 are:
till a man of low means I'd once grifted in Queens
bid me take it a quick heel-and-toe.
And so that's how I found myself riding by rail
through the Northern Carpathian pass,
late of hour new year's eve, dozing off cheek-to-sleeve
in a rich private cabin, first class.
I awoke some time on to a deep moonless dark
and the mountainous chill in my bones.
'Gainst the black and the damp I set fire to the lamp…
and discovered I was not alone.
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