Midnight Blues
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At midnight, the only sound that can be heard is the bell from the little church in the center of town. That's why, when The Orphan Under the Bridge hears the distant rumble of a train coming her way, she is nothing but surprised. Of the course the tracks had been there for forever, but long ago the train had stopped coming. Somehow, she thinks that it must be related to her parents recent murder, but when she starts to investigate, she finds that this is only the beginning of something much bigger than one murder. Midnight after midnight the train comes back, leaving clues for the orphan to find, but how far in will she go before she takes one step too deep.
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