The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The iron breath of the locomotive was a living thing, a serpentine beast of riveted steel and soot that coiled through the throat of the world, exhaling clouds of white steam that hung in the twilight air like the ghosts of men who had never learned to rest. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the platform, his uniform pressed to a mirror shine, the brass buttons catching the dying light...

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