The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The train did not stop. It merely slowed, a great iron beast exhaling steam into the grey, formless dawn, as if the city itself were a ghost refusing to dissipate. I sat by the window, watching the blurred architecture slide past, my reflection a pale, hollow thing superimposed on the glass. In the corner of my mind, a single oak tree stood rooted in the shifting landscape. It did not grow. It...

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