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Needs Core Membership Statistics 287 Deviations 4,612 Comments 46,162 Pageviews customization, but also to have some consistency. This way, when anyone visits a deviant, they know they can always find the art in the The sun was not yet up, though the sky had turned the colorless hue that heralds sunrise.  The tops of trees still budding could be seen as stark shadows against the sky, a testament to the light that would soon return to the world.  From somewhere in the predawn fog, the forlorn sound of a train echoed into the dark station.  Gradually, the rhythmic chugging of the engine's wheels became more audible, and the large iron beast came into view.  The train came to rest in the station, steam blowing out of its smokestack. Pine Harbor! the conductor shouted drearily, half-expecting no one to get off.  Peter stepped alone off the pas*enger car and looked around.  Home at last, he thought wryly.  Not that there was anything in particular to look forward to.  Swinging his father's battered top hat onto his head, he walked out of the station and into the road. At this hour, Pine Harbor lay in the midst of the forest like a ghost town.  Aside from a few overly ambitious mailmen, not a soul was to be seen on the cobblestone streets.  The windows of the various buildings in the center of town stared out like dark, empty eyes.  Not that it was much busier in the waking hours.  Pine Harbor was the northernmost town in the country.  If one were to travel any further north, they would officially find themselves in the wilderness. At a run-down section of town, Peter paused for a moment and slowly pulled a silver watch out of his jacket pocket.  The cover was intricately carved with dozens of different images; soldiers on the battlefield, saints, stars.  But none of this held Peter's attention for long.  By now, he had grown accustomed to the remarkable craftsmanship.  What interested him was on the inside.  Flipping