I found a little girl by the train tracks, I raised her, but 25 years later, her relatives came forward
What is that over there?» I stopped in the middle of the path leading to the station, straining my ears. Sobs were coming from the left, faint but insistent. The cold February wind tickled my neck and whipped the hem of my coat. I turned toward the railway tracks, where the abandoned switchman’s hut stood […]
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