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Monochrome Nightmare – The Station

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She said the numbers were supposed to mean something, but I couldn’t help but think that symbolism wasn’t the idea here. It was simply a place where the train had finally ceased to move. The thrumming noise in my ears had been left behind, but there was a now a clank of metal and gears and chains working. This was as bad as it had been before, but now the sound would rise and fall when we went in one direction or another, but never with anything like a pattern. The sound shifted so that we could never follow it to any kind of source.

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October 11, 2014 - Posted by | Fiction, Photo, Photography | , , , , , ,

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