The Distant Nightmare

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The train hissed. It spat steam into the gray morning. Cold air bit. It bit hard. Detective Elias Thorne stepped off. His boots hit the gravel. *Crunch.* He straightened his coat. The wool was thick. Heavy. It smelled of smoke. And old sweat. He looked up. The town of Oakhaven sat in the valley. Mist clung to the chimneys. Like ghosts. Or breath. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket....

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