The Distant Blade
The fog did not roll in so much as it invaded, a grey, industrial sludge that swallowed the rusted rails of the Kilmarnock branch line, erasing the horizon and leaving only the immediate, suffocating reality of the platform. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood with his back to the single, shattered pane of glass in the station window, the jagged edges of the break mirroring the fractured duty that had...
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