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[sudriantraveler]

Bleak Midwinter

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Dear Friends, Skarloey and Rheneas have run their line for many years. They have seen it all, through good times and bad times. This is a story from when their railway was on its last wheels, and the hardships of winter were taking a toll on Rheneas in particular. The Author

I hope you all enjoy reading this. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and a Happy New Year.

[toast-com]

Hey can you do me a story about skarloey?

Countryside

"Peep! Peep! Good morning Agnes!" Anges opened a sleepy eye, and frowned, as she was coupled up to the little engine.

"Skarloey? What's going on?" The old engine smiled, as Beatrice, the guard's van, was coupled up to the first class coach, and Skarloey chuffed off, leaving the yard.

"We have a special passenger. So, I asked the Thin Controller, and he gave me permission to take you out for our special passenger. You are a first class coach after all." Agnes blinked, and smiled.