The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The iron pots hung from the rafters of the carriage like suspended lungs, breathing in the soot and the steam of the journey. Margaret Holloway sat with her back pressed against the velvet lining, her hands resting on her lap, fingers interlaced so tightly the knuckles turned the color of old bone. The train was a beast of iron and fire, lurching through the Appalachian dark, and inside, the...

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