The Faded Dust
The train did not stop. It never stopped. It simply slowed, a great iron beast exhaling steam into the violet twilight, until the world outside the window ceased to be a blur of passing fields and became a place. Elias stepped off. His boots hit the gravel with a sound that was too loud, too final, in the silence that followed. He was a Sergeant, once. Now he was just a man in a uniform that...
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