They say the only thing that happens in this town is the appearance of an occasional stranger. This little town wasn’t much but I felt drawn to it. I even strayed from the railroad tracks I had been using as a path for weeks. I entered the town and it appeared to be business as usual for a small town. There were people milling around in the streets, kids playing alongside houses, and shops with vibrant displays doors open wide as if calling to passerby. The change was subtle, almost unnoticeable. Kids slowly disappeared into houses. Shops closed. People disappeared, except for one man that is. He was a short rather rotund gentleman with a flat yellow suit a flower in the lapel. Behind this man was a line of people arms crossed staring. I knew immediately I was in the right place.
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