The Wistful Mirror

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The train left us at the edge of the world, the whistle a long, thin scream that cut through the fog and vanished into the gray. I watched the carriages slide away, carrying the last of my inventory, the last of my life as I had known it. Thomas stood beside me, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his wool coat, his face a mask of stone. He did not look at me. He never did, not anymore. We...

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