The Golden Circuit
The letter began with the smell of wet wool and the sound of a train wheel clicking against the iron bones of the track. Elias Thorne did not remember writing it, or perhaps he remembered writing it so many times in his head that the act of putting it to paper felt like an echo of a ghost. He sat in the corner of the carriage, his back pressed against the cold glass, watching the grey fields of...
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