The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The train hissed. Steam curled. The platform was gray. Rain fell. Fine. Cold. It misted the glass. It blurred the world beyond. Elias stood. He held his satchel. It was heavy. Leather. Worn. He looked at the woman. She was small. She stood by the buffer stop. Her coat was blue. Faded. She did not wave. She looked at him. Her eyes were wet. They were dry. She nodded. Once. A small motion. A...

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