The Wistful Dinner
The train left the platform at dawn, exhaling a cloud of white steam that hung low over the tracks like a shroud. Elias Vane stepped onto the gravel of Oakhaven Station, his suitcase heavy with the weight of three years of displacement and a single, desperate hope. He was thirty years old, a clerk from a country he no longer spoke of, and he wanted only to be fixed in place. The town rose...
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