The Wistful Silence

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The train was cold, a long steel spine rattling through the dark, carrying us toward the capital like a coffin on wheels. I sat across from my brother, Silas. He did not look at me. He stared out the window at the blurred streaks of coal dust and passing towns, his hands folded in his lap, still stained with the soot of the foundry where we had both worked before the war took him and the...

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