The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain fell on the gray stone of the station like a fine, persistent dust. Margaret stood beneath the awning, her coat buttoned to the chin, watching the train exhale a cloud of white steam into the cold air. She was a clerk in the records department, a woman of quiet habits and measured steps. Her hands were still. They were always still. But beneath the skin of her wrists, she felt a...

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