The Wistful Witness
Arthur Vane, the clerk from the Ministry, you are late, the train does not wait for the dead, nor for the sons of thieves who come to collect what is not theirs. The conductor’s whistle, a shrill, metallic shriek that tore through the autumn air of Oakhaven station, cut off the thought before it could fully form in Arthur’s mind, leaving only the taste of coal smoke and the damp chill of the...
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