The Distant Journey

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The train hissed. Steam curled. The whistle screamed a single, sharp note. Elias stood on the platform. He held a ticket. His hand shook. The air smelled of coal and wet wool. Beside him, Clara held his arm. Her grip was tight. Instinctual. She did not speak. Words were useless here. They had packed their lives into two trunks. The leather was cracked. The brass buckles were tarnished. They...

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