The Wistful Crossroads

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The train did not stop. It slid past the platform with a low, mournful hiss, leaving behind a trail of steam that curled into the grey November air like a question no one was willing to answer. Elias sat on the bench, his suitcase at his feet, the leather scuffed and soft from years of travel. He was a man who had crossed borders so many times that the lines on the map had blurred into a...

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