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A blurred photograph of a man standing in front of this exact locomotive, waving at a camera that shouldn't have existed.

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He passed a signal box where a shadow figure held up a sign. It wasn't a speed limit. It was a date: OCTOBER 14, 1994. Elias froze. That was the day his grandfather, a career conductor, had vanished from a freight line in the Midlands.

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He reached for the mouse to quit, but the cursor was gone. The monitor was no longer showing a game; it was a window. He saw his own reflection in the virtual glass of the cab, but behind his reflection, in the darkness of his own room, a shadow was sitting in his chair.