The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The train shuddered. Then it stopped. Margaret looked up. The mist pressed against the glass. It was not weather. It was a presence. A thick, gray wool. She adjusted her hat. Her hands trembled. Not from cold. From fear. The conductor appeared. He was tall. Too tall. His face was pale. His eyes were black. Empty. He held a ledger. The leather was cracked. Old. He spoke. His voice was dry. Like...

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