The screams of tortured souls came back to haunt us as the train pulled into the station. Screeches echoed, mimicking the sounds of ended childhoods, little boys who went to close to the edge and never got back out of the ditch where the rickety tracks lie.
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Train Station
The screams of tortured souls came back to haunt us as the train pulled into the station. Screeches echoed, mimicking the sounds of ended childhoods, little boys who went to close to the edge and never got back out of the ditch where the rickety tracks lie.