The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The train leaves before you have time to wave. You stand on the platform, your hand still raised, fingers splayed in a gesture that now looks ridiculous against the grey steel of the locomotive. The air smells of coal dust and wet wool. It is a Tuesday in November. The light is thin, like parchment. You are holding something in your left hand. You have been holding it for six hours. It is cold....

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