The Distant Metropolis

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The last train out of the valley station left at four in the morning. Margaret Holloway watched it disappear into the fog, a single red taillight fading like a dying ember. She stood on the platform, her coat buttoned to the chin, holding a thermos of black coffee. The metal was cold to the touch, the heat long since evaporated into the damp air. She did not drink it. She only held it, a small,...

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