The Wistful Letter

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The rain fell in sheets. Grey. Cold. Unrelenting. It hammered against the glass of the stationmaster’s office. A rhythmic, deafening drumming. Elias Thorne stood by the window. He watched the water run down the pane. Beads merging. Sliding. Dropping. He was a man of structure. Of protocol. Of the law. But the law did not reach here. Not really. This place was a ghost. A bruise on the map of the...

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