The Wistful Throne

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The train did not stop at the station where the bridge used to be, but it slowed, a long exhalation of steam and diesel, as if the engine itself remembered the weight of the structure it had once carried. Elias Thorne sat by the window, his reflection ghosting over the passing grey fields, watching the landscape blur into a watercolor of slate and rust. He was a man of middle years, a clerk in...

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