The Distant Legend
Margaret left the hospital room before the machines stopped beeping. She did not look back. The corridor smelled of antiseptic and cold floor wax. She walked fast. Her shoes clicked against the linoleum. Each step was a hammer blow. She was forty-two. Her hair was tied back tight. There were no strands loose. She held her coat closed at the throat. The car was waiting in the garage. It was a...
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