The Distant Threshold

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The train did not have tracks, yet it moved, sliding over a sea of grey mist that swallowed the wheels and the rails alike. Elias kept his hand on the cold steel of the window frame, his knuckles white, watching the landscape dissolve into a pale, featureless void. He was not tired in the way he had been tired for the last forty years, that bone-deep exhaustion of a man who had left everything...

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