The Distant Legend

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The foreman’s voice cut through the hiss of the steam, sharp and final. "Arthur. You’re done for the night. Go home." Arthur Vane did not move. He stood by the coupling of the 402, his hand resting on the cold steel of the buffer. The air in the yard smelled of wet coal, rust, and the sour sweat of a dozen men who had already left. He looked at the foreman, a thick-necked man named Silas who...

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