The Distant Nightmare

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The fog rolled in from the harbor. It was thick. It was wet. It tasted of salt and rust. Elias stood at the window. His wife, Clara, stood behind him. Her hand rested on his shoulder. The touch was light. The touch was heavy. They had packed their bags. The bags were small. The bags were brown. They held everything they owned. They held nothing they needed. The train was waiting. The steam...

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