The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The train did not stop for Margaret, nor for the rain that began to fall in thick, silent sheets against the glass, nor for the fact that she was holding a box of soil and a single, dormant rose bush in her lap. She watched the station slide away, a blur of grey stone and indistinct faces, until the landscape outside became a monochrome wash of wet heather and mist. She was a convict, though...

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