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The occasional train grinding against the newly laid iron tracks makes for an eerie counterpoint to the bustle and hum of the city. As the track leaves the city, however, there's only the rolling fields and silent moon to keep one company. Daisies and buttercups are frail lights out in the meadow's umber. Gangrel hunting grounds, but anyone's able to follow the trainline out, a nomadic point of freedom and isolation.