The Faded Road
The train cut through the grey heart of the industrial valley, a steel serpent shedding smoke into the low-hanging fog. Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the second-class carriage, his posture rigid as a board, his eyes fixed on the rhythmic blurring of the landscape outside. He was not looking at the passing fields or the skeletal remains of abandoned mines. He was looking at the object...
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