"Well?" the conductor’s voice boomed, cutting through the winter chill. "Are you coming?"
The air in the bedroom was still, frozen by the kind of quiet that only comes with a heavy snowfall. On the nightstand, the digital clock flickered—11:59 PM—but the usual hum of the radiator was suddenly drowned out by something impossible. "Well?" the conductor’s voice boomed
A low, rhythmic thrumming began to vibrate the floorboards. It wasn't the wind. It was the heavy, metallic heartbeat of a steam engine. metallic heartbeat of a steam engine.