The Distant Blade
The train was already pulling out when Clara stepped back from the platform, her breath pluming in the November chill, and Elias watched her go through the grimy glass, aware that he was leaving more than a wife. He was leaving the only person who knew the weight of his silence. In his pocket, the cracked pocket watch ticked backwards, a soft, insistent ratchet against his thigh, marking the...
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