The Distant Promise
The train did not so much arrive at the village of Oakhaven as it exhaled itself into the fog, a long, shuddering sigh of iron and steam that seemed to pull the mist closer, to weave it into the very fabric of the carriage. Elias Thorne sat in the corner, his spine rigid against the velvet seat, his eyes fixed on the window where the world outside was dissolving into a gray, featureless void....
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