The Distant Promise
The locomotive exhaled a plume of white steam that hung in the still, freezing air like a ghost refusing to dissipate, marking the precise moment when Eleanor Vane stepped down from the iron carriage and onto the gravel platform of Ashworth Junction, a place that existed on the maps only as a smudge of coal dust and forgotten industry, where the air tasted of sulfur and the distant, rhythmic...
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