The Distant Journey

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The morning train to the frontier smelled of coal dust and wet wool, a scent that had clung to Elias Thorne’s clothes for twenty years of service. He sat by the window, his hands resting on his knees, watching the gray fields of Ohio blur into the distance. In his left pocket, his thumb traced the cold, smooth curve of his brother’s silver watch. It was a heavy thing, engraved with the date of...

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