The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The train smelled of coal dust and damp wool. I sat in the corner. My knees were together. My hands were still. Margaret was across the aisle. She did not look at me. She looked out the window. The fields were brown and flat. The sky was gray. It was the year of the iron wheels and the steam. We were moving south. We were moving away. My name is Elias. I have seen things. Not ghosts. Not...

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