"You don't know, do you?" He asks in a hush and still tone. "Know what?" He hands me a pamphlet showing a painting of two children watching a train flying over them, it was as if they were interrupted by the roars of a steam engine. I flip the paper since it was a natural thing to do, only to find a caption behind it. Written in an elegant font consisting of curls and golden ink. 'Welcome aboard to the Train of Regrets'
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