The Wistful Throne
The train hissed into the station of Ironvale, a long, groaning beast of riveted steel that seemed to bleed steam into the grey, industrial twilight, and Captain Elias Thorne stepped off the platform with the heavy, rhythmic cadence of a man whose bones had long since accepted the weight of his duty as a physical substance, a leaden anchor dragging him down into the earth. He was not a man who...
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