The Pale Shadows
The train hissed to a halt at the terminus of the isolated northern outpost, a long, shuddering exhale of steam that curled into the grey, rain-swept air like the ghost of a memory trying to find its way home. Elias Thorne stepped off the car, his boots striking the wet gravel with a heavy, deliberate finality, the weight of his uniform a familiar, crushing mantle of duty that had long since...
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