The Wistful Silence
The steam from the northbound engine at Greyfriars Station curled around Elias Thorne’s legs like a living thing, obscuring the tracks and the retreating figure of his younger sister, Clara, who was already half-swallowed by the dark interior of Carriage Four. Elias stood on the platform, his hands trembling so violently that the brass buttons on his postal uniform seemed to vibrate against his...
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