The Distant Nightmare
The train did not stop, it merely slowed to a crawl that felt less like a mechanical adjustment and more like a physical surrender, the wheels grinding against the iron bones of the earth in a long, metallic groan that echoed in the hollows of Clara’s chest, where her heart had beaten with a frantic, irregular rhythm since the moment she had stepped off the platform in London, a city that now...
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