The Distant Garden

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The train left before the light did. It was a white blur. A hiss of steam that smelled of iron and old rain. Elias stood on the platform. He held a brass lantern. It was cold. It was heavy. It was the only thing he owned that mattered. He looked at the departing tail lights. They faded into the grey mist. He did not wave. He did not shout. He turned. The station was empty. The air was still. He...

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