
Finish the story…
“Follow the tracks. They’ll take you home.” Marly headed down the tracks, counting the rails until he started to lose count. It was going to be a long walk, but he had to find a way to make it back. They’d never expected to get separated, but they had. Now, all he could hear was his mother’s voice telling him to be safe, and his father’s voice, telling him to follow the tracks.
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