The Distant Summer
The locomotive exhaled a plume of coal dust that hung in the grey morning air like a bruise against the sky, and Elias Vane stood at the edge of the platform in Ashworth, watching the train recede into the fog with the slow, deliberate indifference of a creature that had nowhere else to be and no time to spare for the man who had spent thirty years building the rails it now ignored. He was a...
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