The coastal views from the train were fantastic, among some of the best the country had to offer.
"This is the end of the line," crackled the guard's voice through the speakers in each carriage.
The train lurched over the edge of the cliff, falling 100 feet or so before being smashed to smithereens on the rocks below, over which waves of one of the bluest seas in the Northern Hemisphere crashed.
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