The fog has been thick and cruel to the engines in the Southern Region. Especially one engine who travels the nights with his freight.
But is it cruel, or a gift, when the fog only brings you the truth?
The fog has been thick and cruel to the engines in the Southern Region. Especially one engine who travels the nights with his freight.
But is it cruel, or a gift, when the fog only brings you the truth?
"What is this" he asks, his voice is calm, but his expressions is anything but that.
There were multiple gasps in the room, when he suddenly flings the magazine's he has in his hand
what has me in...