The Wistful Dinner

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The train hissed into the station. It was a low, mournful sound. Like a sigh. Thomas stood by the window. His hand was cold. He pressed it against the glass. The glass was thick. It smelled of iron. And rain. He was twelve. He wore a grey coat. The buttons were brass. They were worn smooth. The metal had lost its shine. It was dull. It was dead. Thomas watched the platform. He looked for a...

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