The Faded Frontier

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The stationmaster’s office smelled of coal dust and old paper, a scent that had seeped into the very grain of the wooden desk where Elias Thorne sat, his fingers resting on the cold surface. Outside, the rain lashed against the windowpane in long, gray sheets, blurring the world beyond the glass into a watercolor of slate and iron. Elias was a man who believed in the integrity of objects, in...

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