The Wistful Letter

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The train did not glide so much as it dragged its iron belly through the mist that clung to the hills of the Pennine, a slow, groaning beast of steam and soot that smelled of wet wool and burning coal, and inside the third-class carriage, Clara Vane sat with her back against the rattling wooden panel, her hands wrapped tightly around a leather-bound book that had not been opened in three days,...

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