The Wistful Dinner
The train hisses a final, shuddering exhalation into the cold night air before the wheels lock into the rhythm of the rails, carrying you away from the station, away from the waiting figure of Elias, and into the vast, indifferent dark. You are alone in the compartment, a detective of sorts, though your investigation is not of murder or theft, but of a feeling that has settled into your bones...
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