The Wistful Silence

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The wind did not howl. It screeched. A thin, metallic sound that tore through the pine forest and rattled the glass of the small train car. Margaret sat by the window, her forehead pressed against the cold pane. Outside, the landscape was a blur of gray and white. The snow fell in sheets, erasing the tracks behind them, erasing the past. She was a clerk at the mill. For twenty years, she had...

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