The Wistful Dinner

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The train left at dawn. It was the kind of departure that feels like a severing, clean and final. Margot stood on the platform, her hand pressed against the cold glass of the carriage window. Inside, Elias sat with his hands folded in his lap. He was a man of few words, a clockmaker who understood the weight of seconds. He did not look back. He never did. The stationmaster, a heavy man with a...

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