The Wistful Dinner

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The station at Kettle Creek had been a cathedral of iron and ambition before the war turned it into a skeleton, a place where the ghosts of steam and speed still lingered in the cold air like the scent of burnt coffee and wet wool. I stood on the platform, my hands buried deep in the pockets of my greatcoat, watching the single light that remained in the ticket office flicker with a dying,...

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