The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The train left at dawn. It was a black beast of iron and steam. It moved through the fog like a ghost. Elias stood on the platform. He held a single suitcase. It was leather. It was worn. It was heavy. Not with books. With guilt. He watched the carriage doors close. He watched his reflection in the glass. It was pale. It was thin. It looked back at him. It did not blink. Elias turned away. He...

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