The Distant Journey
The train leaves at dawn. You stand on the platform, your coat buttoned tight against the chill. The air smells of coal smoke and damp wool. Behind you, the station is empty. Before you, the tracks stretch into a gray mist. You are going away. You are going to find him. Or perhaps you are going to lose him. You cannot tell the difference anymore. Your name is Elara. You have carried it for...
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