The Distant Journey
The carriage wheels bit into the frozen earth, a rhythmic, grinding shriek that seemed to drill directly into the marrow of Inspector Elias Thorne’s skull. Outside the frosted glass, the industrial sprawl of Blackwood City blurred into a watercolor of soot and iron, the chimneys standing like black monoliths against a sky the color of a bruised plum. Thorne did not look at the scenery. He...
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