All aboard the last train outta Grave Stone

The wind whistles and sage brush roll by, only to be caught in the slats of the crumbling fence. At five minutes to midnight, a lonely skeleton waits for a train that will never come.

Yes, it’s another great Wild West creation by The Brickster:

I love all the eyes in the windows.

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