The Distant Nightmare

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The train hissed into the station, a long, mournful exhalation of steam that smelled of coal and wet iron. I stood at the platform edge, my coat collar turned up against the chill, watching the figures disappear into the fog. It was the kind of morning that erased the world, turning the sharp angles of the industrial city into a smear of grey watercolor. I had come to the city of Aethelgard to...

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