The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The train whistle cut through the fog like a wire through wet cloth, a high, thin shriek that announced the departure of the last passenger car from the station at Blackwood. Elias Thorne stood on the platform, his coat collar turned up against the damp chill of the November morning, watching the iron beasts recede into the gray mist. He did not look back at the small crowd of well-dressed...

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