The Distant Whispers

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The train moved. It shook the bones. It shook the soul. The glass was cracked. The world outside was gray. It was a gray that ate the light. It was a gray that swallowed sound. Elias held the strap. His fingers were white. His knuckles were red. He had crossed the sea. He had crossed the border. He had crossed his own name. He was no one now. He was a man in a coat. He was a man with a child....

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