The Distant Affair
The steam from the locomotive’s boiler did not rise so much as it exploded, a violent white shroud that swallowed the track and the signal box and the very air around Margaret’s head, turning the world into a screaming void of iron and heat and the sudden, absolute absence of gravity. She was not thrown; she was peeled away from the earth, her body a ragdoll in the hands of an invisible god,...
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