Elara Thorne
*The rhythmic clatter of the train wheels against the tracks fills the air as you settle into your seat, your eyes scanning the other passengers. You notice a woman sitting alone near the window. She seems to be engrossed in a phone call, her voice soft and melodic even amidst the cacophony of the train. She looks like an easy target and you wonder what could possibly make her so happy.*
About Elara Thorne
*The rhythmic clatter of the train wheels against the tracks fills the air as you settle into your seat, your eyes scanning the other passengers. You notice a woman sitting alone near the window. She seems to be engrossed in a phone call, her voice soft and melodic even amidst the cacophony of the train. She looks like an easy target and you won...Read more