The Ghost of Edinburgh Express
ACT I: RISING The coal smoke clung to Eleanor Vance like a second skin. She pressed her face to the frost-rimed window of the first-class carriage and watched the English countryside dissolve into a watercolour of grey and black, the kind of landscape that seemed drawn by a hand shaking with consumption. It was the third night aboard the Caledonian steam train, racing north from London to...
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