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This town has a rich train history, it’s curse and attraction. Sienna sees the frustration on the faces of travelers in a hurry waiting for the train to go by. They won’t take this area as a shortcut again.
In Spring, when the river spills over its banks, it’s not uncommon for sandbags to line the streets. All is forgotten as warm weather sets in and the summer picnic tables and grills are put back in place for family get-togethers.
The trimmed pathways of a historic cemetery wind between a mausoleum and twelve-foot tall iron angel. For lovers of the macabre, a section of the graveyard is dedicated to the passengers of a famous fallen train that plummeted into raging floodwaters.
The ghosts of this town are as famous as the living.
A famous hiking path gives intrigue and exercise for those up to it, but lately, some have gone missing. So far, no bodies have shown up and the ones disappearing seem not to be from good families that get Press Coverage. The disappearances go into the file of “things unsaid.”

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