Wrong side of the tracks

Your ticket out of here? Or the end of the line?

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You sidle cautiously along the cliff side for what feels like an hour, but in reality is only around 57 minutes.

You turn the corner and encounter a decrepit and long abandoned railway line, the stench of rust hits you like a, well, a train.

You climb up onto the tracks, establish some balance and head north, in the hope of some kind of badly judged Stand By Me homage,

When suddenly, the sleeper snaps from under your feet and you hurtle unceremoniously down a mudslide.

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Its important to remember at this point, that you chose against viewing the copywriters portfolio.

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Mercifully, the mudslide looks to be coming to an end. You tense your body and lean your weight to one side in an attempt to land in the........

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