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He turned up the collar of his raincoat and finished off his cigar.
The train’s brakes squealing as it stopped on schedule.
Throwing the end of the cigar on the floor he put a lozenge in his mouth and boarded the Orient Express.
He was on a mission and it was time for action.
This story was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge:
I have also included the following word prompts:
Today’s prompt: lozenge, mission, raincoat