The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The train hissed against the rails. A white plume of steam curled into the grey morning. It dissolved before it touched the sky. Captain Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the carriage. He held a leather case. It was old. The stitching was fraying. He did not look at it. He looked at the passing fields. They were brown and brittle. Winter had set in early. The trees stood naked. They looked like...

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