The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The train hissed against the iron rails, a long, shuddering exhale that shook the dust from the windowpanes. Elias sat with his back against the cool glass, watching the gray fields of Yorkshire blur into a monochrome smear. He was a man who had forgotten the shape of his own hands, or perhaps they had simply ceased to be his own. They were pale, skeletal things, the knuckles swollen like knots...

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