The Distant Whispers
The train hissed against the rails, a long, metallic exhalation that vibrated through the floorboards of the compartment. Elias sat with his back to the window, watching the gray blur of the English countryside dissolve into a uniform smear of slate and mud. Across from him, Julian leaned back, his coat buttons straining against the bulk of his chest, a grin fixed on his face like a mask that...
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