The Faded Photograph
The train shuddered into the depot, a metallic groan that vibrated through the soles of Elias’s boots, carrying the scent of coal dust and wet wool from the platform into the carriage. He stood by the window, his back rigid against the glass, watching the fog swallow the tracks behind him as the engine hissed its final breath of steam. Inside his pocket, the object that had anchored his sanity...
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