The Wistful Silence
The train hissed. It was a long, thin sound. Like a snake waking up in the grass. Elias packed his box. The box was small. It was made of tin. It had a dent on the side. He put his watch inside. He put his ring inside. The ring was gold. It was warm from his finger. He closed the lid. He clicked it shut. The click was sharp. It echoed in the room. The room was the kitchen. It was cold. The...
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