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Inside the three wooden carriages, the world had slipped sideways. In the first car, a group of teenagers dressed as iele —the ghostly fairies of Romanian folklore—used their phone lights to cast eerie shadows on the wood-paneled ceiling. In the second, an old man in a sheepskin hat was tuning a cimpoi (bagpipe). In the third, a bride—fleeing her own wedding in Vatra Moldoviței because she’d seen her groom kiss the maid of honor—sat crying into a handkerchief embroidered with the word Vis (Dream).

Andrei pulled the whistle cord. The sound— uuuuu-huuuuu —rolled through the gorge like a wounded stag. The pistons clanked. The wheels slipped once, bit into the steel, and they were moving. msts romania

As the locomotive drifted to a gentle stop at the wooden platform, steam curling around the wheels, the groom was there. Not the cheating one—a different one. A quiet forester from Gura Humorului who had been watching the Mocănița pass his cabin every Tuesday for seven years, waiting for the right passenger to get off. Inside the three wooden carriages, the world had