The Faded Attic
The train shook. It shook like a broken tooth. Margaret sat in the corner. She held her bag. The bag was heavy. It was not full of gold. It was full of letters. Outside, the fields were gray. The sky was gray. The world was dying of rust. Margaret looked at her hands. They were small. They were pale. She was a stranger here. She was a ghost in her own life. The carriage smelled of coal. It...
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