The Distant Promise
The train shuddered to a halt in the choking grey of Blackwood, and the air that rushed in through the carriage window tasted of sulfur and old blood. You, Elias Thorne, stepped onto the platform with your wife Clara, your hands stiff from the cold, your heart hammering against your ribs with a rhythm that felt less like life and more like a countdown. The city loomed above you, a jagged...
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