The Wistful Cipher
The train that carried Elias Thorne into the heart of the Appalachian mist did not so much arrive as it exhaled, a long, shuddering breath of rusted iron and diesel smoke that seemed to settle upon the small town of Oakhaven like a second, heavier sky. He stepped off the platform not with the confidence of a conqueror, but with the tentative, weary grace of a man who had carried his own...
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