The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain fell in sheets. It hammered against the glass of the train window. Margaret watched the blur of the landscape. Green fields turned to gray mud. The sky was a low ceiling of slate. She held her ticket in her hand. The paper was soft from dampness. She was going to the Ashworth Institute. A place of work. A place of order. The train hissed to a stop. Steam curled into the cold air....

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