The Wistful Voyage

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The train left at dawn. The whistle screamed. It cut the air. Elias stood on the platform. He wore a coat. It was brown. It smelled of tobacco and old fear. He held a box. It was small. It was wooden. It was carved. Mara stood beside him. She did not look at the box. She looked at the tracks. The steam rose. It blurred the world. "Go on then," she said. Her voice was flat. It was a stone....

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