The Golden Harbor
The train did not arrive in the city of Oakhaven; it bled into it. The wheels shrieked against the iron tracks, a sound like a bone snapping under a heavy boot, before the carriage lurched to a halt with a finality that felt personal, as if the machine had decided to stop moving only to observe the passenger with a cold, mechanical eye. Elias Thorne stepped onto the platform, his feet sinking...
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