As the train eased to a halt at the station, Liam stepped down onto the platform, the warm afternoon air brushing against him the moment he emerged. He slid his hands into the pockets of his black pants, taking a slow moment to absorb his surroundings. The place felt unfamiliar—too polished, too orderly—and nothing like the station etched in his memories.
'This station looks nothing like the one I remember,' he thought, his eyes trailing over the scattered crowd. The people moving about were few, and each was dressed in official uniforms or finely crafted noble attire, giving the entire place an air of rigid formality.
"Hey, Mabel," he called out in a faint tone, not bothering to turn as she stood just a step behind him. "Is this station only meant for kingdom officials—knights and all that?" he asked calmly.
