The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain hammered the tin roof. It was a rhythmic, violent drumming. "Check the seal," I said. My voice was steady. It was the voice of a man who had forgotten how to tremble. Elias didn't look up. He was kneeling on the wet concrete floor of the old station. His hands were deep inside the mechanical heart of the locomotive. The smell of oil and rust hung heavy in the air. It was a metallic...

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