The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The train rattles over the iron bridge, a sound like teeth chattering in a cold room. You press your forehead against the glass, watching the black river below slice through the white snow. The year is 1912, and the air smells of coal dust and wet wool. You are not alone in the carriage, though you feel isolated by the sheer weight of your own silence. Across from you sits Captain Elias Thorne....

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