The Distant Legend

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The dream always began with the sound of the steam whistle, a long, mournful shriek that tore through the fabric of the night and left behind only the smell of wet coal and rust. Elias woke not to the silence of his own rented room in the tenement, but to the echo of that sound, a phantom vibration in his teeth. He lay still for a moment, his body heavy with the inertia of sleep, listening to...

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