The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The train cut through the fog like a knife through wet wool, its iron belly humming with a low, persistent thrum that I felt in my teeth rather than heard with my ears. We were heading north, toward the Ironworks of St. Jude, a sprawling industrial cathedral of soot and steam that dominated the skyline of the valley below. I sat in the window seat, my back pressed against the cold glass,...

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