The Faded Road
The train cut through the gray belly of the night, a steel ribcage rattling against the iron tracks, carrying Elias Vane from the damp, fog-choked streets of London to the sprawling, soot-stained industrial heart of Manchester. He sat in the corner of the third-class compartment, his coat buttoned to the chin, watching the blur of trees and telegraph poles whip past the window like frantic,...
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