The Distant Whispers

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The train hissed. Steam curled. I stepped off. The platform was wet. My father waited. He held a basket. Inside, ferns. They were green. Pale, trembling green. "Come," he said. I did not speak. I carried my case. It was heavy. Books. Papers. My life. We walked. The town, Oakhaven, sat in a valley. Smoke rose from chimneys. Factories hummed in the distance. The air tasted of iron and rain. My...

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