The Distant Clue
The train did not so much stop at the station as it exhaled, a long, shuddering breath of steam that filled the small, dim platform with a ghostly, wet warmth that clung to my wool coat and settled in the creases of my face. I stood there, my duffel bag heavy against my shoulder, watching the other passengers disembark with the weary, deliberate grace of people who have spent too many weeks in...
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