The Wistful Voyage

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The train hissed. It smelled of coal and wet wool. Elias adjusted his cuff. The button was loose. He sewed it with a needle from his pocket. The thread was red. It matched his eye. He was tired. He was always tired. The station was crowded. Steam rose from the vents. It looked like ghosts. People moved fast. They had places to be. Elias did not. He was late for everything. Or early. It did not...

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