The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The train moved through the fog. It was a thick, white mist. It swallowed the tracks. It swallowed the trees. Mara sat in the corner of the compartment. She held a glass of water. Her hand did not shake. She had learned to still her hands. She wore a grey coat. The wool was coarse. It scratched her neck. She looked at the window. The glass was a mirror. It showed her face. It showed her eyes....

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