The Distant Affair
The iron rails of the Northern Line hummed with a low, persistent vibration that Harold Vance felt not in his ears but in the marrow of his bones, a physical thrumming that seemed to synchronize his own failing heartbeat with the relentless mechanical pulse of the locomotive as it groaned its way through the dense, wet fog that hung over the valley like a shroud woven from the exhalations of a...
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