The Distant Garden
The train did not so much arrive at the station as it collapsed into it, a groaning beast of soot and steam that shuddered to a halt with a final, metallic exhalation. Arthur Vane stepped onto the platform, his boots striking the wet concrete with a sound like a hammer falling on a coffin. The air in the valley was thick, not merely with the humidity of the autumn rains, but with the pervasive,...
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