The Distant Whispers

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The train hissed its final breath into the night, a long, shuddering exhalation that seemed to suck the very heat from the air. Elias stood on the platform, his hand still gripping the iron railing, feeling the cold metal bite into his palm. He was not leaving; he was arriving, though the distinction felt increasingly academic. The station at Oakhaven was a relic of the industrial age, a...

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