The train station was empty except for Maya and a man with a red umbrella. The clock on the wall showed 12:00, but the hands did not move. A silver train pulled in with no noise at all. The doors slid open. Maya stepped inside, not knowing where it went. The seats were made of blue velvet. The conductor smiled and handed her a ticket made of glass. It read: Anywhere you forgot you wanted to go.The Cat on the Wall
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