A young soldier walks the same stretch of track, over and over — never arriving, never turning back.
He does not speak. He does not leave the line. And no one else seems to see him.
She learns not to mention it.
Some things are easier left unsaid.
But the longer she watches, the more she begins to understand — he is not wandering.
He is searching.
For something lost, somewhere along the railway.
Something he never made it home to give.
And somehow, without ever stepping beyond the garden fence, she may be the only one who can help him find it.
Inspired by a quiet railway, and the world as a child sees it.
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