The Distant Summer
The train pulled out of the station at four in the afternoon, a long, groaning exhalation of steam and iron that seemed to swallow the silence of the platform whole, and Elias Thorne stood by the open window with his head tilted back, watching the grey sky smear into a blur of indistinct clouds and bare branches, feeling the vibration of the engine hum through the soles of his shoes and up into...
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