The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain in the city did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, grey mist that clung to the skin and settled in the lungs. Julian stood on the platform of the old station, his coat buttoned to the chin, watching the train pull away. It was not a dramatic departure. There were no tears, no shouted goodbyes. There was only the hiss of the brakes and the slow, grinding retreat of the carriages...

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