The Distant Threshold
The engine of the locomotive screamed, a jagged tear in the silence of the highlands, shattering the stillness of the dawn with a violence that felt personal, as if the iron beast had been summoned by a grudge rather than a schedule. Inspector Elias Thorne stood at the end of the carriage, his hand gripping the cold steel railing, his knuckles white against the frost that clung to the metal...
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