The Faded Guest
The locomotive did not so much arrive at the station as it collapsed into the throat of the valley, a great iron beast exhaling steam that mingled with the perpetual, low-hanging mist of the Weald, a fog so thick it felt less like weather and more like a physical membrane separating the world from the observer, a tangible barrier that the travelers pressed against with their breath, their...
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