The Pale Shadows
The shell hit the junction at 0400, severing the primary telegraph line with a sound like a giant snapping a bone. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a senior signalman whose hands are stained with the grease of the relay keys, and you want your promotion to Station Master before the winter freeze locks you into this outpost forever. The air in the signal box is thick with the scent of ozone and...
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