Nm 120 — Glossmen

In its prime, Glossmen was a station stop. It was a place where steam engines could take on water and where local ranchers could ship their cattle to market. For a few decades in the early 20th century, it had a post office, a schoolhouse, and the distinct rhythm of life defined by the whistle of the train.

"It doesn't just restore the surface," Arthur realized, his voice cracking. "The NM 120 restores the —the spirit of the thing when it was most loved." glossmen nm 120

. As his skin made contact, the liquid surged upward, snapping back into the shape of the key. But it wasn't the rusted iron key anymore. It was a key made of pure, blinding light, polished to a finish so high it reflected the room as it had looked forty years ago. In its prime, Glossmen was a station stop