The Distant Summer

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The train does not so much stop at the station of Ashenmoor as it exhales into the mist, a long, shuddering breath of steam that blurs the boundary between the iron tracks and the grey, weeping earth. You step down onto the platform, your boots heavy with the dust of the journey, and you feel the weight of the iron case in your hands, a cold, solid anchor in a world that seems to be slowly...

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