The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The train pulled out of the station in a groan of iron and steam, leaving Margaret behind in the fog. She did not look back. She had packed her bag with the quiet efficiency of a woman who had spent thirty years packing for other people’s comfort, her husband, Arthur, the primary occupant of that space. He was a man of the Ministry of Civic Harmony, a title that sounded grand but tasted of dust...

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