The clattering sound of the train echoed through the dimly lit platform. Claire adjusted her scarf against the biting November chill and checked her watch. The last train of the night was running late. She scanned the empty platform, uneasy at how deserted it felt.

A man emerged from the shadows, his tall figure outlined by the faint glow of a flickering overhead light. He wore a long coat and a hat pulled low over his face. Claire stiffened but quickly looked away, pretending not to notice him.

"Waiting for the last train?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.

"Yes," Claire replied hesitantly, clutching her bag tighter.

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2 comments
Toto Animo
Vergeet je # er niet aan toe te voegen. Zo vindt men je meteen
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Toto Animo
ENxciting mysterious story. Wel done.
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