The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

"Did you see the light?" I did not answer. I was too busy counting the cracks in the glass. One. Two. Three. The windshield of the locomotive was a spiderweb of frozen tears. "Say something, Thomas," the conductor said. His voice was dry. Like leaves underfoot. "I saw it." "Where?" "Behind us." He laughed. A short, sharp bark. "We are in the north. There is nothing behind us but snow. And the...

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