Chapter 12

The train rattled along the old tracks, passing a field teeming with flowers. A mild wind blew, the flowers swaying as if moving to a rhythm only known to them. The sun was partially obscured by large fluffy clouds drifting by, beams of light shining down on patches of the field, as if blessing a select few. The myriad of colours were a welcome sight to the passengers, whose cushioned seats alleviated some of their discomfort from a long journey.

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