The Distant Ghost

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2026-08-18 05:21:23 -

The Distant Ghost

The train left at dawn. Margaret stood on the platform. The mist clung to her wool coat. It was a heavy coat. Dark green. Worn thin at the elbows. She held it tight. The air was sharp. It bit her lips. Thomas watched from the carriage window. His face was pale. He looked like a ghost already. Or a memory of one. He did not wave. He just stared. His eyes were red. "You are leaving?" he asked....

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