The Distant Promise
The train hissed its breath against the iron tracks, a long, metallic sigh that seemed to pull the very air from the lungs of the town of Oakhaven. You stepped down onto the platform, your boots striking the wet cobblestones with a dull, rhythmic thud that echoed off the brick facades of the warehouses lining the street. The mist here was not like the fog in London, which was grey and polite,...
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