The Faded Frontier
The station was a box of rotting wood and wet stone. It stood alone on the hill, overlooking the city. Rain fell. It fell hard. It fell cold. Elias stood by the window. He wore his uniform. The fabric was dark. It was stained with mud. He held a small object in his hand. It was a key. It was iron. It was cold. He looked out. The city lay below. The lights were yellow. The lights were weak. The...
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