The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The fog did not roll in. It stood there, a wall of gray wool that smelled of wet iron and coal dust. Elias Thorne stood in the middle of the track, his boots sinking into the sludge, the headlamp of the oncoming train cutting a bright, indifferent eye through the murk. He did not move. He held the ledger in his left hand, a thick book of black leather, its spine cracked, its pages swollen with...

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