The Distant Nightmare

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The train hissed to a halt at the terminus, a long, mournful exhalation that seemed to drain the very warmth from the iron rails. You stood on the platform, your hands stiff within the leather gloves, watching the steam curl into the gray, industrial mist that perpetually shrouded the city of Oakhaven. It was not a place of beauty, not in the way the poets of the capital wrote of the...

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