When the valley fog flows down the delta, slithering over the low hills, eddying and pooling in the valleys, the long black train chuffs out onto the track at Copitatic, it's engine billowing brimstone. The rumble of it's wheels on the violated tracks pound and shreak a spell to turn a mortal's thought back into their past. The wail of its whistle signals the refineries close at hand to also vent brimstone through their gas flames. The poisonous soot then merges with the fog. Swirling together they form shadows that trick the traveler into following the train, down into their most feared memories, their most regretted moments.
Those who will not make peace with their flaws save the Devil the bother of making space in his Hell.
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