The Distant Journey
The fire did not announce itself with the slow, creeping smoke of a hearth gone wild, but with a sudden, violent exhalation of heat that turned the air into a shimmering wall of distortion. Thomas Bradshaw stood on the porch of the abandoned rail depot, the iron gate behind him locked and the rusted hinges screaming in protest as he turned away from the inferno that had consumed the station...
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