The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The fire took the rail yard in the dark. You watched it from the ridge. Sparks rose like dying stars. You held the iron pipe. It was cold. It was heavy. It was yours. The train had been late. The whistle screamed through the fog. It sounded like a wounded beast. Then silence. Then the roar. The wood of the signal box cracked. The glass shattered. You did not move. Your hand tightened on the...

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