The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain in the valley did not fall so much as it hovered, a thick, grey curtain that blurred the line between the earth and the sky. Elias Thorne sat alone in the back of the moving train, his rifle resting across his knees, the wood worn smooth by years of handling. He was a man carved from the same stubborn granite as the hills he had sworn to protect, a constable in a district that had long...

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