The Distant Affair
The train did not stop at the station, it simply bled into the fog, a long, groaning beast of iron and soot that smelled of wet wool and old coal dust. Elias Vane sat in the corner of the compartment, his knees pressed against the window, watching the gray landscape smear past like a bruise spreading under skin. He was a man who had spent thirty years holding his breath, waiting for the next...
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