The Wistful Show
The train hissed into the station, a long, mournful exhalation that seemed to pull the very air from the platform, leaving the travelers in a sudden, ringing silence. Elias Thorne stepped down onto the cobblestones, his boots striking the damp stone with a hollow finality. He carried little with him: a leather satchel worn thin at the seams, a coat that had seen too many winters, and a heart...
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