The Distant Ghost
The train cut through the mist like a jagged tooth in the side of the world, a relentless mechanical beast that carried Colonel Elias Thorne from the grey, rain-slicked stations of the industrial north to the hallowed, stone-walled silence of the capital. He sat in a first-class compartment, the wood paneling dark and polished, reflecting his own gaunt face back at him with an unflinching...
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