Edgar opened one eye to a slit.
The passenger car jostled, and there arose from beneath, one long metal-on-metal cry. The sound squealed above the clatter of the tracks, then faded with the hot sooty belch of smokestack steam. It merged at last, with the staticky whispers had awoken him.
"Does he sleep?"
Edgar felt his muscles clench. He took pains to stay calm, to not move, to keep his breathing steady, measured. --Prologue 1849, NEVERMORE by Kelly Creagh
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