The Wistful Throne
The train coughed. It kicked up dust. The smell of coal. It hung in the air. It was thick. It was grey. It coated the tongue. Elias sat. He held his bag. It was leather. It was worn. He watched the platform. It was empty. The wind blew. It tore at his coat. The coat was old. The buttons were loose. He looked at the clock. The hands moved. They ticked. They tocked. Time passed. Time did not...
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