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No one had used those tracks in decades. Yet the train that hissed out of the mouth of the tunnel after Mara turned the key was not an old locomotive nor a modern commuter; it was stitched from eras. The windows reflected stars that didn’t belong to the sky above the town. Inside, the seats smelled of coal and jasmine; a conductor with a face like a ledger smiled and tipped his cap.