The Distant Joke
The train hissed against the iron tracks, a long, metallic exhalation that seemed to strip the soul from the carriage as it pulled into the gray, soot-choked station of Millhaven. Silas Thorne stepped onto the platform, his boots heavy with the memory of mud and blood, and watched the steam curl around his shoulders like the ghosts of men he had failed to save. He was a man carved from the...
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