Chapter Twenty-Five
The train station was a disorganised sea of travellers.
A line of vehicles waited to drop off passengers. Long queues of people waited at the ticket machines. I’d thought people booked places electronically, but apparently that was not so.
The station had four platforms, and all were crammed with passengers.
Entire families lugged bags bulging with their possessions. Children sat in strollers and other contraptions. People argued over sparse seating on the platforms, and over who could stand in front of the boards with the timetable.
Clay had pre-purchased a ticket, so the attendants who determined who could get onto the platform only needed to see proof of payment.
A helpful man said that our train was about to come in.
A few people in the sea of passengers noti
