The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-19 03:08:56 -

The train departed at dawn, a black serpent uncoiling from the station platform. I watched my brother’s coat disappear into the fog. It was a heavy wool thing, gray as the morning sky. He did not look back. I did not call out. The air tasted of iron and cold water. We were leaving the valley, or so the notice stated. The notice was pinned to the corkboard in the break room, stamped with the red...

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