The Faded Guest
The train did not so much arrive at the station as it dissolved into the grey mist that hung over the valley, a slow exhalation of steam and iron that settled upon the platform like a shroud, while Elias Thorne stood with his back against the cold brick of the waiting room, his hands resting on the handle of a leather case that had grown heavy with the weight of years and the silence of a...
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