The Distant Journey
The steam hissed against the glass, a thin, white thread connecting your world to the void outside. You are standing at the edge of the precipice, but the ground beneath your feet is not stone or earth. It is iron, riveted and vibrating with the subterranean pulse of the machine that carries you. You are in the carriage. Or rather, you are in the cell that the carriage has become. The air...
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