The Pale Shadows
The train shudders. It is a long shudder. You feel it in your teeth. In your spine. The carriage is warm. Too warm. The air is thick. It smells of wet wool. And old paper. And coal smoke. You sit by the window. The glass is cold. You do not look out. You look at your hands. They are still. They are pale. The light is dim. It is late. Or early. Time is a blur. You are tired. So tired. Your wife...
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