Chapter 35

The steam engine hissed, a great iron beast venting its frustration onto the platform of the Aethel station. Julian stood among the morning travelers, his suitcase a heavy weight against his leg. He looked back toward the road leading to the Hayes estate, his mind churning through the familiar calculations of the loop. Every time he left like this, he left a wake of resentment and confusion. He was the son who didn't care, the brother who couldn't be bothered. The emotional toll of constantly...