The Distant Clue
The letter from the Northern Railway Board arrived on a Tuesday, its envelope heavy with the particular, suffocating weight of institutional finality, and Elias Thorne read the rejection of his petition for the post of Chief Engineer while the steam whistle in the corner of his office, silent for thirty years, emitted a low, mournful tone that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards and into...
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