The Faded Guest
The train had been running late for three hours, a fact that Margaret Holloway noted with the detached precision of a woman who had long since ceased to expect the world to operate on anything other than its own chaotic, indifferent schedule, and as she sat in the corner of the overcrowded carriage, her hands resting on her lap with a stillness that seemed almost geological, she watched the...
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