The Distant Affair
The train did not stop at the platform where Elias Thorne stood, it merely slowed as if to catch its breath, a long, metallic sigh that shook the dust from the eaves of the station shed and settled on his shoulders like a fine, grey snow that would not melt. He watched the departure board, the letters clicking into place with a mechanical indifference that seemed to mock the trembling of his...
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