Climbing to his seat in the cupola, John felt a surge of cold hit once again, almost tripping him as he slipped on a step. The metal handrail felt cold under his gloved hand. This time, fear touched his heart as he recognized the same tendrils of frost growing before his eyes on the glass windows only inches away.

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There were so many stories of eldritch creatures that plagued lone settlers on the plains. What was a train but men isolated by speed in the dark of night?