The Distant Nightmare

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The train slowed. Margaret clutched her bag. The leather was worn. It smelled of rain. And old smoke. Outside, the fields blurred. Green smudges. Brown streaks. The landscape dissolved into a gray wash. She did not look out. She looked at her hands. They trembled. Not from cold. From fear. Or perhaps from relief. It was hard to tell. The distinction had blurred. Long ago. She had left the...

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