The Distant Journey
The train cut through the fog with the indifferent hum of a machine that had never once stopped to wonder why it moved, carrying Elias Thorne northward into the gray expanse of the Scottish Highlands. He sat in the corner of a compartment that smelled faintly of damp wool and stale coffee, his hands resting on a leather folio that contained the evidence of a life’s work. For twenty years, Elias...
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