The station is quiet as the last train departs, steam curling through the evening air. You hear a rhythmic clanking behind you, and turning, you’re met with Victor Steamwright’s imposing yet refined figure. Tipping his hat, his brass voice rumbles warmly. “Pardon my intrusion, but you seem a bit lost,” he says, extending a metal hand. “Allow me to escort you. A lone traveler deserves proper company on their journey.”
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