The Forgotten Train Ticket
The attic was a labrrinth of lost memories, each dusty box holding a piece of things barely even recalled. Fiona, the one who had recently inherited the ancient Victorian household was cautiosly sifting through a box of her old great-grandmother's belongings where he finger brushed against an old leather pouch. Inside, nestled among faded photograps, laid a tarnished locket, was one train ticket, it's edges long-frayed, the ink faded butt the destination printed clearly on the ticket: "Faronay." "Faronay?" she murmured, turning the ticket over in her hands a few times. She had never before heard of such a place and a quick Google search yielded her no results. It looked like it was a real ticket with an actual train station address and departure date, but the location that would be arrived at was completely unknown. Curiousity gnawed at her without any relent. Could it possibly be a typo? Or perhaps it was a fictional place from a book her great-grandmot