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The Last Train
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The old clock tower stood tall, its worn face a testament to the passing of time. The streets were empty, save for the lone figure of a young woman, Sarah, standing on the platform, her eyes fixed on the horizon. She clutched a small suitcase, her heart heavy with the weight of goodbye.
As the last train rumbled into the station, a sense of nostalgia washed...
The old clock tower stood tall, its worn face a testament to the passing of time. The streets were empty, save for the lone figure of a young woman, Sarah, standing on the platform, her eyes fixed on the horizon. She clutched a small suitcase, her heart heavy with the weight of goodbye.
As the last train rumbled into the station, a sense of nostalgia washed...
