A wind flees from the tunnel, pursued by the cacophonous clacking of train cars. Like an old and jerky moving film, the quick flash of passing lights reveal by frame the drab coats, grey scarves, hats, overcoats and pea coats that are the medium through which you move, until the world again withdraws back into the dusty light of lamps hung below the arched ceiling as the train passes back into the tunnel, followed by the same wind it pushes before it, wind chasing wind and lit riding-cars between.
Joint 28th place (out of 35) in the 19th Annual Interactive Fiction Competition.
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