The Distant Legend

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The train moved through the fog. It was a black streak against the grey. The wheels clattered. The sound was wet. Commander Elias Thorne sat in the corner. He held a tin cup. The coffee was cold. It tasted of iron. He did not drink. He stared at the condensation on the glass. It ran down in thin, weeping lines. Outside, the fields were flat. They were brown. The industrial smoke hung low. It...

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