The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-18 12:41:37 -

The rain against the slate roof of the stationmaster’s quarters was a rhythmic, mechanical percussion, a staccato that matched the irregular beating of Thomas Bradshaw’s heart as he watched the steam train dissolve into the grey morning mist. He stood by the window, his hand resting on the cold iron of the radiator, feeling the heat that had been slowly leaching out of the metal over the past...

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