The Distant Journey

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The train to Veldt smelled of wet wool and coal dust, a heavy, cloying scent that seemed to settle in the throat before it reached the nose. Elara sat in the corner of the third-class carriage, her hands folded tightly over the leather satchel on her lap, the knuckles white against the dark hide. Outside, the flatlands of the industrial north blurred into a grey smear, the rhythm of the wheels...

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