The Distant Summer

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The train smelled of wet wool and iron filings, a heavy, metallic scent that clung to the lining of my lungs as we rattled north through the gray, rain-slicked countryside. I kept my eyes fixed on the window, watching the industrial sprawl of the city give way to the dark, silent forests of the highlands, where the fog rolled in thick as wool and erased the horizon. My name was Elias Thorne,...

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