The Distant Summer
The train moved through the dark with a rhythmic, mechanical shudder, the sound of steel on steel becoming a low, persistent hum that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Elias’s bones. He sat in the corner of the compartment, a small leather case resting on his lap, his fingers tracing the cold metal of the lock. It was a case for pills, a simple, unassuming thing, but to Elias, it held the...
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