The Wistful Mountain

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The train hissed. Steam curled into the cold air. It tasted of iron and old rain. Elias stood on the platform. He held his hat. His hand trembled. Not from the wind. It was a different shaking. A deep, tectonic shift. Eleanor was there. She wore a coat of dark wool. Her face was pale. She looked at him. She did not speak. Words were heavy things. They had no place here. He looked at her. He saw...

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