The interior

Inside, the wagon was dim and quiet. Matt’s light scanned across rows of metal-framed seats lined with dark red fabric, now faded and dusty. A narrow aisle ran down the middle. The floor beneath him was solid, showing no signs of collapse. There were still glass panels in some of the windows, cloudy but unbroken. The whole space felt strangely untouched, like it waited to be found.
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