The Wistful Witness

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The train groaned against the iron bones of the night, a rhythmic, metallic thrashing that seemed to vibrate through the very marrow of Captain Elias Thorne’s legs, which were crossed with a rigidity that spoke not of comfort but of a deep, seated exhaustion, as he sat alone in the third-class carriage, a space so cramped and stifling that the air itself felt like a thick, damp wool blanket...

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