Edgar

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It was 1942 and the north western railway was in great financial trouble. War in recent times and work on the newly installed viaduct had sucked up all money to be found except the $2000 dollars set aside for coal, Sir Topham Hatt's railway was desperate for locomotives. Over the years, his engines slowly aged both mentally and physically. There was no spark on the railway or indeed the rails. And the bringing on WWII wasn't helping in any way either. Many of the public's train friends had been killed by the bombings. A warehouse a few miles from the south coast of England was secretly at work, bringing retired engines back to good working order. But money was running short for them too. Their only resort was to find ok pieces on engines found in scrapyards across southern England. On the 14th of March a 812 Class was found, in reasonably good condition, although with no face. The engine was brought back to the workshop where Donald and Douglas were getting their last steam checks. They saw their relative rolling into the warehouse and were eager to talk to him. But the twins spent 3 hours trying to talk to a soulful engine, with rotting intestines but most importantly, no face. After a while the twins were shipped off to the north western railway, but not before saying goodbye to the engine who could hear but not speak.