Elias didn't follow the ghost. He knew the limits of his steel and the geometry of his curves. Instead, he pulled the throttle back, letting the Iron Embers dig in. He reached the sawmill just as the first snowflakes began to fall, his contract fulfilled and his payroll secured.
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One evening, as a thick fog rolled in from the river, Elias was hauling a heavy load of cordwood. The Iron Embers puffed rhythmically, a steady heartbeat in the silence of the woods. Suddenly, the tracks ahead seemed to shimmer. He wasn't alone. He reached the sawmill just as the first