The Distant Nightmare

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Thorne. The word hung in the air, thick and wet, smelling of damp wool and stale tobacco, before the conductor’s whistle shrieked through the carriage, shattering the silence of the compartment. Elias Thorne, a clerk of thirty years who had spent the last five living in the shadow of his sister’s grave, looked up from his ledger, his eyes red-rimmed and tired, and saw the conductor pointing a...

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