The Faded Portrait
The train pulled away. The dust settled. Elias stood on the platform. The air smelled of coal and rain. He watched the cars shrink. They vanished into the grey mist. He turned. The station was empty. A bird cried out. It flew away. He did not follow. He walked toward the city. The streets were wet. The lamps were lit. He walked fast. His boots struck the pavement. Click. Click. Click. The sound...
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