The Wistful Mirror

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The locomotive groaned against the iron spine of the earth, a metallic beast exhaling plumes of white steam that mingled with the twilight mist clinging to the valley floor, and I stood at the window, my forehead pressed against the cold glass, watching the landscape dissolve into a smear of charcoal and gray as if the world itself were being erased by a careless hand. I am Arthur Penhaligon, a...

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