The Golden Farce
The train hissed into the station, a long, metallic exhale that seemed to pull the very air out of the twilight. It was a small platform in the rural reaches of West Virginia, a place where the fog did not merely settle but invaded, thick and gray, erasing the boundary between the iron tracks and the waiting room. Elias Thorne stepped off the carriage, his boots sinking slightly into the...
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