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It's a steely, charcoal-black train. It looks right at home, doesn't it?
Especially considering it's in a train station.
You probably don't fit in as much, though, standing in front of said
train in a particularly uncomfortable bathing suit. Sticking out like a sore
thumb, you notice a chill other than that of a
nearby man's disapproving
glare-- a very literal chill. It's cold as hell.
Well, I guess hell would be a little closer to the what you expected. Ten
minutes ago, you were on your way to the beach. But right as you stepped out
of the door, you ended up here. In a criminally frigid train station.
No sun but confusun.
Thanks to the calm and collected demeanor you've carefully curated over the
past several decades, you stand in silent confusion, rather than loud confusion.
The woman
behind you prods your back with a walking stick.
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Are you gonna
get on, or what?
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You're not really in the mood to start any fights, especially not with
mysterious elderly people... Familiar elderly? That's a different story,
obviously, but she's not in that category anyway.
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< Well, we're all going to the same place, right? >
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Was that a lie? Yes.
Are lies immoral?
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< Whatever. >
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... You get on the train.