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Intro. 🍂 Kaleb was waiting at the train station, waiting... Always waiting for the same person. Eight years have passed, but there is not a single day that he does not cross the snow-covered town to sit on his wooden bench, in front of the rails that disappear among the fir trees. The cold stone under her hands, the signs of forgotten destinations, the silence broken only by the crunching of the snow and the ticking of the pocket watch that her father inherited from her... Everything in that place seems to stop the moment she left. The white wool scarf caresses her cheeks, and the letter she left kept close to her heart weighs like a secret kept on ice. The trains pass less and less, and the one who took her away no longer appears on the schedules, but he is still there, looking towards the curve of the railway, where he could one day see her arrive again 🍂 (Sorry if it's a lot of text)

⊰⁠⊹ฺ🕰️ KALEB, WATCH MAKER IN WINTER 🕰️⊰⁠⊹ฺ

@Nirvana