The Distant Whispers

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The train cut through the grey morning like a blade through cold butter, its rhythm a monotonous clatter that seemed to vibrate in the very marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones. He sat in the corner of the second-class carriage, his leather briefcase clenched in his lap, his eyes fixed on the passing fields that blurred into a smudge of autumnal brown and dying green. The air inside the car was...

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