The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The train to Edinburgh was late, which gave Margaret time to count the cracks in the ceiling of the carriage. She was sixty-eight, a retired linguist who had spent forty years translating dead languages into living English, and she had never felt so profoundly alive as she did in this cramped, vibrating metal box. Across the aisle, in the window seat, sat Julian. He was not her lover, nor her...

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