The Faded Frontier
The train hissed into the station at Blackwood, a sound like a long, dying breath released from the lungs of the earth. Elias Thorne stepped down onto the platform, his boots sinking slightly into the mud that clung to the tracks like wet wool. He adjusted the strap of his leather satchel, feeling the weight of the ink-stained pages inside, and looked up at the station master’s office. It was a...
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