The Faded Masquerade
The train groaned like a dying beast as it pulled into the station at Dunmore, a sound that vibrated through the soles of Elias Thorne’s boots and settled deep in the marrow of his bones, a frequency that he had carried with him across three borders and two oceans, a sound that was no longer mechanical but biological, a rhythm of arrival that he had tried to forget since the day he left the...
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