The Pale Fracture
The train did not so much as arrive in the valley of Sereia as it dissolved into it, the iron chassis humming a low, mournful note that vibrated in the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones. He sat by the window, his reflection a ghostly overlay against the passing grey birches, and watched the landscape blur into a smear of ash and rust. He was a man who had carried the weight of two continents in...
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