The Faded Paradox
The train whistled, a long, mournful shriek that tore through the thinning fog of the industrial district, signaling the end of Elias Thorne’s tenure in the city of Oakhaven. He stood on the platform, his coat buttoned to the chin, watching the steam curl around the iron tracks like the ghosts of the men who had built them. Beside him stood Clara, her face pale and set in a mask of rigid...
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