The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The train rattled. The wheels sang a low, iron song. It was cold. The glass fogged. Elias wiped a circle in the pane. He looked out. The fields were gray. The sky was heavier. He held the tin box. It was dented. It was old. The paint was chipping. Inside, the pills sat in their blister packs. Blue and white. They looked like small, frozen tears. He had carried them for three years. Three years...

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