The Distant Promise
The train did not so much arrive as it exhaled itself out of the grey, industrial fog that had been strangling the city of Millhaven for the better part of the week, a long, shuddering beast of riveted iron and soot that seemed less like a vehicle of transport and more like a dying animal dragged onto the platform by unseen hands. I stood there, my fingers numb not from the cold, which was...
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