The Faded Frontier
The train hissed into the station of Oakhaven, a place that existed only in the margins of maps and the deeper folds of Elias Thorne’s memory. It was a damp, gray morning, the kind that seemed to suck the color from the world, leaving behind only the skeletal outlines of brick and iron. Elias stood at the platform’s edge, his hands clasped tightly behind his back, watching the mist curl around...
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