The Wistful Dinner

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The snow had ceased. The silence that followed was heavier than the storm. It pressed against the glass of the carriage window. I watched the trees pass. They stood like sentinels. White and still. The road was a ribbon of grey. My name is Elias. I am a captain. My uniform is pressed. My hands are steady. They are not always steady. Not now. The boy sits opposite me. He is young. Too young for...

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