The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The train rattled. It rattled hard. The glass shook in its frame. Mabel sat by the window. Her hands were still. They held a coat. It was blue. Faded blue. The wool was thin. It wore thin. She had worn it for years. The train went north. The city was south. The city was gone. Or so she thought. The sky was gray. It was a heavy gray. It pressed down on the fields. The fields were brown. The...

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