The Distant Journey

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2026-08-20 12:57:15 -

The train moved through the grey dawn with the inevitability of a tide, carrying Elias Thorne toward a city that smelled of wet asphalt and cold iron. He sat in the corner of the second-class compartment, his knees pressed against the opposite seat, a wool coat draped over his lap. The coat was thick, charcoal grey, and it had once belonged to his father. It smelled of cedar and old tobacco, a...

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