The Distant Summer
The train arrived at the station in the industrial district of Manchester just as the rain began to fall, not as a gentle drizzle but as a relentless, horizontal sheet of grey water that blurred the boundaries between the platform and the tracks. Elias Thorne stepped off the carriage, his boots sinking slightly into the mud that had accumulated along the platform’s edge, and he felt the weight...
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