The cabin of the locomotive was filled with the deafening, ear-splitting roar of the twelve-cylinder diesel turbine, the flashing crimson pulse of emergency alarm beacons, and the acrid stench of scorched electrical wiring. Salvatore Moretti stood behind the main steel control console, wearing a dark cashmere trench coat. His lined, weathered face was pale as chalk, his pupils dilated with wild, manic adrenaline. In his left hand, he leveled a…
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