Kalimgrad...And the Wheels Will TurnShoulder to shoulder they go, long and wearily they stand. Car shuddering, axles screaming, rattling down to where they are told to go. This is all that they have, this is all that there is. In the name of the state it rolls, in the name of the state they must roll, and for the state rumble The Rails.
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