The Pale Path
The train pulled into the station with a shudder that felt less like mechanics and more like a sigh, the air in the carriage thick with the scent of damp wool and the metallic tang of exhausted hope. Dr. Elias Thorne stood by the window, his reflection a ghostly overlay on the passing gray landscape of the Midwest, a place he had left behind not because he wanted to, but because he had to. In...
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