The Wistful Throne
The train did not stop at the station where they were supposed to meet, but instead continued its relentless, rhythmic thrumming through the dark, leaving Margaret and her husband, Elias, standing on the platform with their luggage in hand, watching the red taillights of the carriage vanish into the fog that clung to the tracks like a shroud. They had been exiled from the city by a decree they...
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