The Wistful Dinner

added blog Literature

2026-08-19 16:13:38 -

The train hissed into the station of Oakhaven, a low, mournful exhalation that seemed to shake the very foundations of the platform, and you stood there, clutching the leather-bound ledger to your chest as if it were a child you were determined to protect from the biting wind. The air smelled of coal smoke and wet wool, a heavy, industrial tang that had settled into the pores of your skin...

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews