Towering above the city streets, the Great Steam Railway clatters and roars its way through the night. The bridge which runs along the river conceals the dregs of humanity who call it home - urchins and beggars huddle round trash fires for warmth whilst the trains laden with coal for London rattle overhead. The railway is the sign of the new age, embodying everything that is the Victorian era - new, outrageous, endlessly noise, expensive... but innovative, beautiful, decadent and inspiring. The men who work the line call it "she", their tones full of wonder, love and hate in equal measure. The trains are indomitable, carrying humans (and perhaps also Kindred) by the score to destinations unknown.
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