The Distant Promise
The train hissed into the station at dusk, exhaling a plume of gray steam that mingled with the fog. Elias Thorne stepped onto the platform, his breath visible in the cold air. He wore a coat of heavy wool, dark as the coming night. His hands were clasped tightly behind his back. He carried no luggage. Only a small, leather-bound journal in his breast pocket. The journal was worn smooth by...
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