The Wistful Dinner

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The train shuddered into the void. It was a small, iron-bellied thing, rusted with the dust of centuries that did not pass. Thomas stood in the carriage. His uniform was gray. It was stiff. It smelled of iron and old blood. He held his cap in his hands. The buttons were brass. They were cold. Outside, the fog pressed against the glass. It was thick. It was alive. It moved like a lung. It...

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