
The Last Train Home | A Simple Encounter Turns into a Moment of Fate
A STORY BY NASEER The platform was almost empty. Just fluorescent lights and the distant

A STORY BY NASEER The platform was almost empty. Just fluorescent lights and the distant

A STORY BY NASEER The cafe at the end of the street wasn’t the kind

A STORY BY NASEER The book had been sitting on the top shelf of Mrs.

There’s an old photo booth at the back of Pine Street Arcade. It still barely

Marcus, a young real estate agent, was assigned to prepare the old Everwell House for

Act 1: The Stranger at Dusk The rain had been pouring down since late afternoon.