The Wistful Crossroads

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The train stopped at 4:00 PM. Rain hit the glass. Hard. Wet. Cold. Elias sat in the corner. He held his hat. His knuckles were white. His hands shook. A tremor. Constant. He looked at the window. His reflection stared back. Pale. Thin. Eyes like hollowed-out sockets. He was not alone. A woman sat across. Mrs. Gable. She wore grey. A shawl over her shoulders. Her face was tight. Angry. She...

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