The Faded Frontier
The train did not so much arrive at the station of Ashworth as it bled into it, a long, iron serpent shedding its breath in plumes of white steam that dissolved into the heavy, amber-hued fog of the city, a place where the soot from a thousand factory chimneys settled upon the cobblestones like a fine, gray ash that no amount of rain could ever truly wash away. I stepped down from the carriage...
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