The Distant Threshold

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The train moved through the fog with a slow, rhythmic shudder, a metallic beast dragging its iron belly across the wet rails of the valley, and I sat in the corner of the first-class car with my hands folded in my lap, watching the landscape dissolve into a grey, amorphous smear of industry and mist. The air inside the carriage was stale, thick with the scent of old wool, tobacco smoke, and the...

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