The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The train did not stop. It moved. The wheels chattered against the iron track. A rhythmic, grinding sound. Like bones being filed. Margaret sat by the window. The glass was cold. She pressed her palm against it. The reflection stared back. Pale. Thin. Eyes wide with a fear she could not name. Outside, the landscape blurred. Trees became streaks of black. The sky was a flat, gray sheet. No sun....

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