The Pale Shadows
The locomotive coughed a plume of black soot into the grey, bruised sky, a rhythmic, grinding exhalation that seemed to shake the very bones of the earth as it dragged the heavy freight cars across the desolate, iron-stained plains of the American Midwest, where the wind did not blow so much as it hunted, a cold, invisible predator that stripped the color from the landscape and left behind only...
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