The Wistful Letter

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The vial was cold against my palm, a heavy glass cylinder filled with a liquid so dark it seemed to absorb the light from the train’s overhead lamp. I held it up to the window, where the Illinois night blurred into streaks of amber and grey, and watched the black syrup settle, thick and viscous, like tar. Beside me, in the empty seat of our compartment, lay a pile of fine, grey dust that...

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