The Wistful Voyage

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The train moved. It shook. The iron rails sang a low, grinding song. I was a soldier. I carried a map. The map was wet. Ink bled. Lines dissolved. I held it tight. My fingers trembled. The cold bit. We were in the valley. Smoke hung low. It smelled of coal and ash. The village below was grey. Stone houses. Smoke rising. People looked up. They saw us. They did not wave. They watched. Their eyes...

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