The Golden Mirror
The train groaned as it climbed the final, jagged incline into the valley, a metallic shriek that seemed to tear the silence of the evening sky. Captain Elias Thorne sat rigid in the corner of the second-class carriage, his uniform pressed to a severity that belied the tremor in his hands. Outside the grimy glass, the industrial sprawl of Blackwood Mills unfolded in layers of soot and iron, the...
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