The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The train whistle cut the air. It was a sharp, metallic shriek. Then silence. Margaret stood on the platform. Her coat was heavy. The wool itched. She watched the doors close. The glass was dirty. A single streak of grime. It looked like a tear. Her name was Dr. Margaret Holloway. She taught history at the community college. Not a university. A college. The building was brick. Red brick. It sat...

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