The Distant Promise
The train groaned as it climbed the final, soot-blackened incline into the valley of Blackwood, the sound a metallic tear that echoed in the hollows of the earth. Elias Thorne sat with his back against the cold steel of the carriage wall, his hand resting protectively over the leather satchel in his lap. Inside that satchel lay the vial, a small cylinder of glass containing a liquid that...
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