nula 56232 distant land

56232 distant land

foreboding hung as the struggling train juddered and screed on the distorted rails, first this side of the mountain stream, then that, being forced at intervals to cross on worrisome bridges. a wan gibbous moon shone in the mist, evading the black graspless arms of trees. when they finally reached the city, night had fallen. [9 minutes]

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