The Wistful Witness

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The train cut through the mist. It was a gray, wet morning. Elias stood by the window. He held a small glass vial. Inside, a drop of water hung suspended. It did not fall. It did not spill. It simply existed. He had crossed the border that night. The cold bit at his fingers. The snow fell in heavy sheets. He ran through the woods. His breath came in short bursts. He was afraid. Not of the...

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