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“It felt as if his hand was made of solid ice.”

“How did he know your name?” the other passenger asked slowly.

The woman who sat beside him smiled and shook her head.

“It’s on the ticket he just punched.”

The conductor ambled up to the next passenger. She was an elderly woman, tall and thin who wore a black dress and functional shoes. She sat alone, straight as an arrow in her seat. She seemed to sense that someone was approaching, even though the conductor moved as silent as the grave. 

“Excuse me sir,” she said to the conductor. “Has anyone turned in a large, King James Bible to lost and found?”

“No ma’am,” the conductor said. “Did you lose one?&...

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