The Midnight Train: Prologue

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The train station is silent, save for the clacking of your polished shoes on the cold, marble floor. You check your watch. Midnight. You tap your foot restlessly on the floor as you wait for the train, not wanting to miss your daughter's birthday. Taking overtime was a bad idea, but money was tight and you wanted to do all you could to make ends meet. You decide to sit down and wait, resting on a wooden bench nearby and letting the fluorescent lights on the ceiling bathe you.
The cold wind whips across your face, dishevelling your hair. In the distance, you see a train approaching, and you stand up. However, you quickly notice something is wrong. The train is moving far too slowly, and the front looks as though it's been neglected for years, covered in rust. Is this the train that always comes at midnight? You watch as the train slowly pulls up to the station, screeching to a halt. The doors slowly creak open, inviting you in. You feel a sense of unease, but at the same time, you are also scared that not getting on the train would upset your daughter as this would be the final train until dawn.
Simply put, you have two options: Get on the train, or don't and stay the night in a hotel. What will it be?
Do you want to stay in a hotel?
Or 
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