The Distant Summer

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The train did not run on tracks, but on a membrane of suspended silence that stretched across a landscape where the sky was the color of bruised iron and the ground was composed of shifting, obsidian shards. Elias Thorne sat in the window seat, his knuckles white against the glass, watching the industrial sprawl of the city of Vantablack slide past in a blur of soot and steam. He was a man of...

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