The Distant Journey
Elias Thorne’s thumb rubbed the inside of the leather satchel until the material wore thin, checking the weight of the ring against the paper. The freight car shuddered, a metallic groan that traveled up through the wooden floorboards and into his bones, carrying the scent of diesel and damp wool. He was forty-two, a structural engineer by trade and a fugitive by circumstance, and he was...
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