The Wistful Voyage

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The train hissed as it left the platform. You watched the fog swallow the tracks. It was a thick, grey wool, smelling of coal and wet stone. You held your satchel tight. Inside lay the ceramic bowl. It was chipped. It was heavy. It was everything. Margaret sat across from you. She did not look up. She read a newspaper. The headlines were small. They spoke of strikes in the docks. They spoke of...

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