The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The train smelled of wet wool and rust. It smelled of the coal smoke that clung to the outside of the glass. It smelled of fear. Arthur sat by the window. His hands were folded in his lap. They were big hands. Red knuckles. Thick fingers. They belonged to a man who had held a rifle for twelve years. Now they held nothing. They trembled. Across the aisle, a young boy looked at him. The boy had...

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