The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The carriage doors slammed shut with a finality that vibrated through the iron grates of the station, sealing Margaret inside a world of polished mahogany and ticking clockwork. She sat rigid, her gloved hands resting on her lap, watching the platform recede into the gray morning mist. Beside her, the leather seat had worn thin at the edges, a map of friction that mirrored the state of her own...

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