The Wistful Voyage
The train shook. Rain lashed the glass. Elias Vance gripped the bar. He was tired. His bones ached. The clock on the wall ticked. It was a loud tick. It sounded like a hammer. It sounded like a bone breaking. Elias was a cop. He was old. He was leaving the station. The station was a place of iron and steam. It was a place of men. It was a place of law. Elias looked at the window. His reflection...
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