The Faded Attic
"It is not the bone that breaks, Edward. It is the silence that follows." Margaret Holloway spoke from the shadows of the train car. Her voice was low, a dry rustle like autumn leaves skittering over gravel. She did not look at him. She looked at the window, where the gray of the English countryside blurred into a smear of rain and mist. Outside, the landscape was a journey into nothing, a...
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