The Wistful Silence

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The train did not stop. It shuddered, a great iron beast breathing steam into the grey, and then it moved again. Thomas sat by the window. The glass was cold. His hand rested on it. He wore the uniform. The brass buttons caught the dim light. They were dull now. Tarnished. Like the skin of his face. "Thomas?" He did not turn. "Thomas, look at me." It was Sarah. She sat across from him. Her face...

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