The Faded Apartment
The train did not so much arrive at the station of Blackwood as it exhaled into it, a long, shuddering sigh of steam and iron that dissolved into the thick, grey fog of the late Victorian dawn. Elias Thorne stepped onto the platform, his leather satchel heavy against his hip, the canvas straining under the weight of the specimens he had collected over the last decade. He was a man of precise...
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