The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The train did not stop at the border, for there was no border anymore, only a thinning of the air and a sudden, violent greening of the landscape that made Elias’s eyes ache. He sat in the corner of the carriage, his hands clasped tightly around the wooden box that had once held his father’s most prized collection of porcelain spoons. The wood was worn smooth by decades of handling, the grain...

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