Grand entry hall of a magnificent Victorian railway museum, with towering arched cast-iron roof trusses and giant glass skylights pouring down warm morning sunlight. In the center, Sue stands near polished marble entrance steps, adjusting a pair of big teal noise-cancelling headphones over her ears as a bustling crowd surges in the distant background. The camera is framed from a low, wide angle looking up to capture the soaring cathedral-like height of the hall. Huge vintage black and brass steam locomotives line the gleaming tracks on either side. In the background corner, a wooden museum information kiosk has colorful railway brochures neatly arranged on a tiered shelf.
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The Mystery of the Golden Engine

Sue steps inside the Great Brass Railway Museum. Her heart skips with excitement. She knows every engine by heart. The 1870 Iron Horse. The speedy Hudson 4-6-4. Suddenly, the museum doors swing wide. A massive crowd rushes inside. Voices echo off the high glass roof. Boots clatter on the tile floor. The sudden roaring noise feels like a prickly buzz against Sue's skin. Sue immediately slides her big teal noise-cancelling headphones over her ears. The roar softens to a gentle hush. Sue counts slowly in her mind. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Her breathing steadies. Now she can look.