The Distant Legend
The train was late. That was the first thing. The second thing was that nobody said a word. Elias stood by the window. He wore a grey coat. It was too heavy for October. He held his hat in his hands. The brim was worn smooth. He looked at the tracks. The fog was thick. It swallowed the horizon. It swallowed the sound. The platform was empty. Only one person remained. She was sitting on a wooden...
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