The Pale Banner
The train moved through the valley with a grinding, rhythmic patience that seemed to mock the frantic urgency of the men who had boarded it at the last stop, and Elias Thorne stood pressed against the cold metal of the vestibule door, watching the familiar landscape of the mining district slide away like a bruise fading in the early morning light, while the weight of the rifle slung across his...
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