The Distant Promise
The train cut through the fog with a low, mournful groan, its iron wheels clicking against the tracks like the ticking of a broken clock, carrying Margaret Holloway toward the estate of her late father. It was a journey that felt less like travel and more like a descent, the landscape outside the window blurring into a watercolor of grey and green, the distant hills rising and falling like the...
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