The Faded Chronicle

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The air in the station was thick with the smell of wet wool and coal smoke. It hung low. It pressed against the glass. Outside, the rain lashed the cobblestones. Inside, the men drank. They drank heavily. The cups were chipped. The steam rose in slow, white spirals. It looked like smoke. It looked like ghosts. Captain Elias Thorne sat in the corner. He did not drink. He watched. His eyes were...

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