The Wistful Voyage
"Did you pack the tincture, Elias? The vial is in your coat, I saw it." The light in the station was grey and flat, pressing against the glass of the platform windows with a cold persistence that made the steam from the locomotive look thin and sickly. Julian stood by the luggage cart, his face pale beneath the rough wool of his overcoat, his eyes fixed on the departure board rather than on me....
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