The Faded Quadrant

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The train moved. It moved slowly. It moved through the dark. Margaret watched the window. The glass was cold. Her breath fogged it. She wiped it away. The fog returned. It was a thin layer. It was a veil. It hid the world outside. It revealed the world inside. She was tired. Her bones were tired. Her mind was tired. She sat in the corner seat. The fabric was worn. It was thin. It smelled of...

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