The Distant Affair
The train did not move through space so much as it dissolved it, a sleek, silver needle stitching the grey void of the American Midwest into a single, unbroken thread of sound. Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the first-class car, his posture rigid, a monument to a silence that had grown too heavy for his lungs to bear. His hands, folded in his lap, were the center of his world. They were...
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