The Distant Threshold
The train left. You watched it go. The smoke was gray. It curled into the air. You were young. You were small. You stood on the platform. The wind was cold. It bit your nose. You missed the train. You missed him. His name was Elias. He was your friend. He was gone now. He went to the city. He went to the mill. He would be a man. You were not a man. You were a boy. You were left behind. The...
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