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She placed the damp branches in a metal bin beside the stove, her boots nearby, and draped her wet socks over the top. The cabin was generations old. She tried her best to maintain it, but she at ten years old could only do so much. She was thawing her toes by the stove when the train sped by, as it did twice a day everyday, precisely on schedule. So when the walls shook and a dish fell from a shelf, she thought nothing of it. Then the roof caved in.

1 comment:

  1. Arrg! Will she be okay? Is this a place she goes to for peace and quiet or is she truly alone? Who is she? I love Kate's Kliffhangers!

    - Danny


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