The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The train cut through the gray fog like a blade through wet wool, and inside Car 4, Thomas Bradshaw sat with his back against the cold steel wall, his hands resting on the brass case across his knees. He was a man of forty years, though the war had carved him into something that looked older, a landscape of eroded ridges and silent valleys. He wore a uniform that no longer fit quite right, the...

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