The train horn echoed once more.
Long.
Haunting.
Impossible.
Everyone stood frozen beneath the old oak tree, listening to a sound that should not have existed.
The abandoned railway station had officially closed more than twenty years ago.
No trains passed through it.
No passengers waited there.
No schedules listed its name anymore.
Yet...
The whistle had been unmistakably real.
Lucas slowly folded Daniel Vale's map and slipped it into his jacket.
"I think it's waiting for us."
Jonathan looked toward the distant hills.
"Or someone is."
The difference unsettled everyone.
By late afternoon, two vehicles rolled along an overgrown country road.
Wild grass brushed against the tires.
Broken railway signs leaned crookedly beside the road, almost swallowed by nature.
The station
