By Wakefield Mahon
Morty stared at the window as the train rattled past places steeped in childhood memories.
He shuffled impatiently then glanced at the withered old conductor. He said, “This ride is depressingly long. When do we get to the station?”
“The name of this here train is Charon, Mister and I don’t reckon she ever stops.”
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