The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The train left at dawn. It was a cold start. The air in the station tasted of coal smoke and wet wool. Thomas stood by the window. He watched the platform empty. His hands were still. They were bound with rope. The rope was thick. It was rough against his wrists. It bit in. He looked at the officer. The officer was young. His name was Miller. Miller had red hair. He looked tired. He looked...

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