The Wistful Letter

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The train shuddered. It groaned against the iron tracks. I felt it in my teeth. A low, metallic thrum. The air was thick with coal dust. It coated the tongue. It tasted of ash and old iron. I looked out the window. The trees were black sticks. They scratched the gray sky. I held a letter in my hand. The paper was soft. It was worn thin by touch. My thumb traced the seal. It was wax. Red as...

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