The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The train shook. It rattled against the tracks, a rhythmic, metallic chattering that filled the carriage. Elias sat by the window. He held a small glass bottle. It was empty. He twisted the cap. He looked at the label. *Sedative. For the nerves.* He laughed. A dry, short sound. No one looked at him. The carriage was full. Smoke hung in the air. It smelled of coal and stale tobacco. He was not...

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