The Wistful Throne

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The rain hammered the tin roof of the depot. It was a cold, industrial drumming. Sergeant Elias Thorne wiped the mud from his boots. He stood in the doorway. Behind him, the town of Oakhaven sat in the grey mist. Before him, the rail line stretched into the dark. A train was coming. The whistle blew. A low, mournful shriek. It cut through the fog. Elias watched the lights approach. They were...

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