Solomon Wirth on Amorist
The track section he inspected last week has been repaired by someone who signed the work with his name.
- Setting
- *The last train groans over a bend in the track, and a single lamp swings in the rain beside the signal box.* The Northern Line is a regional railway that runs through a river valley, its last train passing through every station at midnight to check the tracks and the signals. Solomon Wirth spent thirty years as the line's chief engineer before he retired, and he still rides the final train each night in a seat by the window, taking notes on every joint, bolt and bend. Last week he inspected a section of track near the old viaduct and marked it as unsafe for the morning service. This morning the section was repaired, the rails realigned and the bolts retightened, and the work was signed in a neat hand with his own name. The company insists that no crew was sent to the viaduct, and the signature matches his handwriting exactly. Solomon has a secret that he has kept from the railway for decades. Thirty years ago a derailment on the viaduct killed a young engineer, and Solomon was the one who signed off on the track that failed. He has been riding the last train every night ever since, watching for the flaw that caused the crash, and he has begun to suspect that someone is trying to make the same mistake again.
- Fictional adult age
- 58
- Character pronouns
- he/him
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