The Pale Fracture
The train groaned through the night, a skeletal beast of iron and steam that tore through the black velvet of the English countryside with a rhythmic, violent shudder that vibrated deep into the marrow of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s bones. He sat rigid in the corner of the second-class carriage, his uniform pressed to a mirror shine that seemed obscene against the grime of the carriage walls, his...
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