The Wistful Letter

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The rain fell in sheets. It hammered the tin roof of the station. A thin, gray mist curled into the carriage. It smelled of wet wool and rust. Elias sat in the corner. His coat was too large for him. It swallowed his shoulders. He looked small. He looked wrong. He was not human. Not anymore. He had been a boy once. A small, quiet thing. His mother had made him porridge. She had hummed. The...

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