Old Battlefield, Fresh with Spring Flowers Again. All that is left of the Dreams of Twice ten Thousand Warriors Slain.

The rhythmic clatter of the locomotive's wheels soothed Dr. Crow as he sat back in the cushioned seat. He quickly found he adored the sound of well engineered machinery in motion, and soon had a working model of the wheel and rail construction built in his mind.

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