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The engines grew louder and louder as she sat in the front, eyes closed. It was a strange thing to think about, how it might have gotten there. She was sitting on a leather chair, with nothing but her sundress and hat on. The engines continued to grow. She knew it was coming. What was the word, she wondered. Her eyes flickered open as the train met her. Turbine.

Posted By Amy Jae On 07.10.2012 @ 7:32 am