The Distant Whispers
The train hissed through the fog, a iron lung exhaling steam into the gray morning, carrying Silas Thorne back to the estate that had swallowed his youth and now seemed to be digesting his present. Silas was not a man of high standing in the world of mechanics, but in the specific, sterile domain of the Whitmore family’s private hydro-pneumatic systems, he was the only one who understood the...
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