The Golden Circuit
The train hissed into the station at dusk, a long, metallic exhalation that seemed to stretch the silence of the platform until it snapped, and Edmund Vane stepped down onto the gravel with the heavy, deliberate tread of a man who had walked too far and carried too much, his eyes fixed not on the waiting crowd but on the gray, iron-ribbed sky above the city of Oakhaven, where the smoke from the...
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