The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-21 17:01:04 -

The train shuddered. Iron screamed against iron. The night was black. Not dark. Black. A void. Elias Vane sat in the corner. He was small. A man of angles. His uniform was stiff. The fabric smelled of starch and old sweat. He held a letter. It was damp. The ink had bled. The words were blurred. He looked at the window. The reflection stared back. A ghost in the glass. His eyes were red. His jaw...

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