The Distant Summer
The train hissed a low, mournful note against the iron tracks, a sound that seemed to vibrate through the soles of Margaret’s boots and settle deep in the marrow of her bones, carrying with it the dust of the city and the heavy, unspoken weight of a life she had just abandoned, leaving behind the scent of wet wool and the fading echo of Edward’s voice which had been too loud, too sharp, too...
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