The Wistful Voyage

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The train moved. It rattled. It shook. Elias pressed his face to the cold glass. He was a scholar of birds. Or so he said. He wore a grey coat. It was thin. It was old. He smelled of dust and dry ink. He carried a small suitcase. It was black. It was cracked. Inside was a single book. And a photograph. He looked at the tracks. They blurred. He looked at his hands. They trembled. He was going to...

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