The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The train from Manchester to London was a metallic beast that shrieked against the rails, a sound that seemed to vibrate directly into the marrow of my bones, and I sat in the corner seat with my back pressed firmly against the cold, damp glass, watching the industrial outskirts of the city dissolve into the grey mist of the morning. I was wearing the coat, the one that had been the center of...

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