The Terminus

The train arrived without fanfare, spewed its longsuffering human cattle onto the platform, and puffed away to the yard to be cleansed.

At the terminus of their life-changing one-way voyage, five hundred grimy faces searched for any sign of welcome.

Another train packed full of immigrants whistled its impending arrival.

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