In the distance, a midnight whistle like a lonely bird as the steam engine crossed over into twilight. Past dreams and countryside of nocturnal songs at the gate. It's was just a wrought gate with a lantern hung as moths serenade the flaming wick and the interred. Lost souls in the boneyard that can't find their nest... just seedlings from flesh yet to be brined, before the worms charm
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