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"Well?" the conductor’s voice boomed, cutting through the winter chill. "Are you coming?"

The steam cleared to reveal a conductor, crisp and clockwork-precise, pulling a gold watch from his pocket. He didn't look at the house; he looked at the time.

He threw back the covers and ran to the window, wiping away a circle of frost with his palm. There, cutting through the thick veil of white, was a single, piercing beam of light. It wasn't on the tracks three miles away; it was right there, hissing and groaning on the asphalt of his own quiet street. Iron wheels ground against the ice, sparks flying like dying stars, as a towering locomotive of midnight black drifted to a halt.