The Distant Ghost
The steam hissed from the valves of the locomotive with a sound like a dying breath, a long, shuddering exhalation that rolled across the cobblestones of Harrowgate and settled into the damp wool of the coats worn by the men who stood waiting on the platform, a place where the air tasted of coal smoke, iron, and the metallic tang of fear that had seeped into the very foundation of the town...
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