The Wistful Ashes
The train did not stop at the station that no longer existed, but rather drifted past it with a low, mournful groan of steam and iron, carrying Elias Vane and his case of tools into the heart of a kingdom that had been erased from every map save the one held in the memory of the dead. The year was indeterminate, or perhaps it was the year 1923, or perhaps it was the year 1000, for time in the...
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